Why Does Zane Wear A Mask Over His Mouth Novels & Stories

Their elbows and knees poked at tender spots on my body, but I didn’t mind. “Mommy,” they were both whimpering. “We were so scared,” Grace whispered. “How are you feeling now?” Chloe asked. “My beautiful girls,” I croaked out. Goddess, I was thirsty. The door to my room opened, and Zane walked in, looking as unkempt as I had ever seen him, with stubble on his face and his hair a little mussed, as though he’d slept on it wrong. He wore jeans and a dark blue Henley, and he looked so wonderful I wanted to cry.

Elvis saw and furrowed his brows, "little scion, why are you suddenly wearing a mask?" Zack silently watched Elianna's car, feeling heartbroken and not saying a word. He also didn't want to wear a mask, but he could only stay in a corner where mommy couldn't see him in this way.

The sudden absence of his warmth left me feeling strangely empty, but I quickly masked it with a steadying breath. Without another word, Zade handed me a sleek, black mask, it was new and not the one that I was wearing before. I stared at it for a moment, the cold material in contrast to the warmth that still lingered from his touch. He stepped back, giving me space again, his unreadable expression back in place.

was it because of the pain on Prince Zane's face because of his father's condition? Prince Zane's mask was off. he couldn't or maybe he didn't want to fake his emotions in front of his father, let King Kaida see him, and know how he truly felt. "what do you mean?" Prince Zane asks, his voice rough around the edge, but not as badly as King Kaida's. Aria was sure that Prince Zane already had an idea of what King Kaida was trying to say but this time. no one wanted assumption. hurtful plain truth was better than made-up truth which was another form of deception.

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

We were in so much trouble. When I reached the living room, Zane was sitting on the edge of a small, worn-out leather couch. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but his grey joggers. His massive back was hunched forward, he rested his head in his large hands. Even from behind, he looked like a giant. His shoulders were tense and rigid. On the coffee table in front of him sat a white first-aid kit, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and a roll of bloody gauze.

Zane’s POV He buffed out the smoke, taking in another inhale. “What have you found?” He asked his wife, Octavia. “Nothing much. Nothing is happening over there, just minor stuff and damages.” She responded, taking off her black mask. He watched as she completely undressed herself, left in only her underwear. He whistled, using his hands to call her in. Now, it is time for him to get what he wants. He can deal with any situation later.

“You don’t act like him.” “Thank God.” Zane chuckled. “One Morreau with a God complex is enough. I prefer chaos.” His tone changed. Just slightly. Enough to draw a shiver up her spine. “You’re the little plaything he’s been keeping upstairs,” he murmured. “Raye, right? Or is it Raven? I can never keep track of all the masks in this place.” Her breath caught. He knew. But how much? Zane stepped closer, his voice a whisper now. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to ruin the game. I like games. Especially when the prize is as pretty as you.” He reached out, just a fingertip, grazing her hip.

He smiled, and I took a shivering breath. "I am so sorry, Zane..." I mumbled, "You didn´t do anything to me, sweetie..." He said, "But my family should have had intel, keep an eye on those humans... something..." I said, and he sighed. "They couldn´t be looking for something they had no idea was happening." Zane pecked my temple and stole a piece of bacon from my plate. I squinted my eyes, and he chuckled. "By the way, you look pretty." He said, and I smiled. We were wearing casual clothes, but I was already wearing makeup and all.

I could only make out Kane’s words. “Cloak his scent? What do you mean by that?” I asked, my eyes widening with surprise. “Shit!” Dane mumbled under his breath. Zane looked at a loss for words, “I didn't know she would be here.” “What the fuck is going on here? Why does Zane have to cloak his scent and how is he my mate?” I questioned, confused. They all shared a look and Dane shrugged before speaking. “Zane already ruined the plan. I guess we’ll just have to tell her.”