Xander Hawthorne Novels & Stories

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

Xander “Please everyone,” Aurora, her voice steady but infused with urgency, sought to calm the agitated crowd. "Mr. Xander discovered our existence two years ago when he traced my blood donation in the city. He figured out I was a werewolf but kept it secret from everyone, including the government. He's been compensating me for my blood bi-monthly donation for his research. And he's even willing to offer compensation for your blood."

I bent down and rested my hands on my knees and tried to calm down my breathing. Jesus! "Trouble in paradise?" a deep chuckle made me stand straighter, it was Xander. What the hell was he doing here? He was standing at the entrance of my backyard; his hands were shoved inside his jeans pocket. He had this annoying smirk on his face as if, he found this entire situation amusing. That cocky bastard! He was wearing a grey hood, his brown hair was messy, his electric blue eyes shone with delight and amusement. He was the most handsome man I have ever seen.

He walked over and he was in front of me in a second. "Who are you?" His voice was deep and intimidating, far from what he looks like. I whimpered, "Xanthe..." The guy's forehead creased. "How do you know my name? I'm Sandy, and I'm asking," He took a step forward. "Who are you?" "Xanthe." I placed a hand on my chest. "Yes? What is it? Does your chest hurt?" I shook my head. "No, Xanthe is Xanthe." I tapped my chest twice while looking at his eyes.

“You know your family?“ Once it was let out of her lips, she felt it was a stupid question to ask. Xander smiled, his eyes resting in nothing particular as he reflected but she noticed a sad undertone within his eyes. “I have an Aunt and a sister but they are not currently with me. Raven is my little gothic angel, the reason why her clothes are all black, her hair and make-up dark.“ “Would love to meet them someday, who knows they might be less snobbish than you.“ She twitched her eyes at him. He reached out for her cheeks and pinched them slightly, her face instantly expressing her displeasure. “Ow, why did you do that?“She frowned at him, nursing her sore left cheek. “For someone who survi

Max's POV 🌶️🌶️ I Turn around, I see Xander standing in the doorway, he’s wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He’s holding a similar set of clothes draped over his arm, presumably for me. His lips part and as I watch his pupils dilate. Then the scent of arousal wafts from him.

He liked her efficiency. Sarah, on the other end, was gazing at him curiously. In the past year, she seldom talked to him on the phone, but never had the chance to see him. When Xander came to the company for the first time, she found him familiar. However, she couldn’t remember where she saw him. After thinking for a few days, she finally remembered that he resembled the young and energetic assistant of Aidan Thompson.

"If Xander's project can't proceed due to missing a document, then it's his fault for breaking the rules. He can't blame anyone else." Jordan nodded in agreement. "Mr. Holt, should we 'help' him get the document?" "Let him handle it himself. If his paperwork is in order, there's no reason for anyone to interfere." After saying this, Thaddeus noticed Jordan hesitating, as if he had something else to say. "What's on your mind? Just say it." Jordan summoned up his courage and reported what he knew, saying, "Mr. Holt, Xander came to Zenville yesterday, and the first place he went was Mrs. Holt's villa. He brought Oscar and a little boy with him."

I was only trying to save him because the fire and a tint of madness, I had seen in his eyes, I knew it could be disastrous for Xander and would leave him in regret all his life. Xander was a reticent and an intelligent guy. A bookworm, a perfect son and a hardworking student. Hailing from a renowned and wealthy family, Xander had everything in his life, but still he had spent sleepless nights to establish his own company without his father or anyone's aid. Where boys of his age used to party and goofed around, Xander used to spend times with books and polishing his skills. He was a quick learner and an ambitious kid who was also a gentleman. In our college days, the girls used to drool over