Vox X Alastor Novels & Stories

"Get away from there, Xavier!" The alpha squinted at him, clearly not understanding what he meant and Vernon wanted to pull his hair in frustration. "Get away from—" Boom! A deafening explosion ripped through the air as the car burst into flames and Vernon watched as the debris flung the alpha to the ground.

“Grab her and Matt’s stuff out of the packhouse.” Alastor nodded and disappeared into the packhouse for a minute before returning with their bags slung over his shoulder. He dropped the bags outside of Iris’s Jeep before rummaging through Iris’s bag for her keys. After a moment, he pulled them out of the bag. He quickly unlocked the car and dumped the bags in before climbing into the driver’s seat. While I waited for him, I sent Rose a quick text telling her that we were on our way back. Alastor attempted to crank the car, but the engine didn’t turn over. Luckily on the second attempt, Iris’s car started.

He can't believe he gave away his house to some strange Omega, Edward, or something. Once comfortably clothed, Victor spares one more glance in the mirror, almost afraid of the sight of himself. Who is this man? The Alpha heads into the garage, where his cars are still lined up neatly, new editions that are tasteful, specifically an ice white Ford GT, which makes the hairs on his arms stand on end. He picks that one gets into the seat, and almost immediately regrets it. The faintest scent of that Omega is in it, absorbed in the seats, subtle mint and sweet vanilla, teasing him to the point of rage.

“Who says we are going there? It’s not the only place where we can eat, Azlynn.” Oh! It dawned on me that Xavion had a restaurant in his mind as we went to the parking lot of the castle. Beta Alvaro was ready with a red sports car there. He handed the car keys to his Alpha and reported to him. “It should run just fine. The mechanic has fixed the engine.” Looking closely, I recognized the 2019 model of Ferrari. It couldn’t be that … Xavion read the obvious shock written on my face and eased my curiosity immediately.

However, her strong gaze returned not long after as she turned to look at her men seriously. "Tiki, I want you to have someone look for the owner of the car with license plate 250-765. Tell them that I want the results as soon as possible." Although Tiki was puzzled by Sol's unusual attitude, nonetheless, the man quickly jotted down the number in his cell phone before sending it to someone who could help him track someone down. After finishing, Tiki's gaze returned to Sol, who no longer spoke after that. Tiki never thought that his superior, who had a cold expression almost all the time, could also cry over something.

Xavier: The line went dead. Not from loss of signal. From impact. A sound, shattering glass, burst through the receiver before it cut out entirely. My wolf lunged so sharply inside me that my vision blurred. I was already out of the car, sprinting toward the building, when the first wave of cracked glass exploded outward like a shell. “VALERIE!” I didn’t care who heard me. Didn’t care who saw me lose control. I didn’t care that humans were around either.

“And why do you always call her… Bara? I never heard you call her Barbara.” Saga rolled his eyes in boredom. “So what? I'm comfortable that way.” “Come on, you two, as if nothing else was more important!” another wolf-shifter in the back seat exclaimed in annoyance. Justin just chuckled in response. “By the way, where are we staying?” One of those in charge of driving the car replied, “Mr. Alvaro told me where we should stay for the time being. It's a little bit in the interior, to make us safer.”

His expression was carved from ice. “Alexander,” Justin said, his voice edged with mockery, “you should be familiar with the man beside you. This is Mr. Saverio—head of Vortex Automotive Group.” Alexander leaned back in his seat, the fabric of his tailored suit straining faintly against his shoulders, a picture of effortless dominance. His eyes slid to Xavier, assessing him with a brief, cool glance. “Yeah,” Alexander replied evenly. “I know him. We just signed a bet-on agreement.”

They both walked down the three brick steps and toward the blue convertible standing in the driveway. The midnight blue Aston Martin Vanquish Volante had two doors, was able to fit four people comfortably, and had an Am29 v12 engine, with a manual transmission. And had belonged to Alexa ever since she had turned sixteen, and the girl cherished it having been the last gift her father had ever given her. Alexa unlocked her car and slid into the driver’s seat once she had the door open. Jayden herself slid into the leather passenger seat. Both females pulled their seatbelts into place, buckling them in. Alexa started her car, reversing out of the driveway and turning into the road.

~Flashback An hour before As soon as Xavier left Rosaline, he immediately made his way to his warehouse. He was riding his shiny matte black Lamborghini Aventador at an insane speed. His jaw was clenched and his grip on the steering wheel was so tight that his knuckles turned white. His eyes were blood-red and his face was cold. After 10 minutes of rash driving, the car stopped with a screeching sound. Xavier slammed the doors of his car loudly and marched inside the warehouse with heavy steps. His guards bowed at him respectfully but his gaze was fixed on only one person.