Xander Hawthorne Novels & Stories

She was only seven at the time. “Hartlynn Lane Xander age twenty-two, studying psychology at Hidden Falls community college.” Nico reads out then hands me the tablet and sits back down next to Casey who’s been working on finding the videos Harlow said Sandra confessed to have recorded. Hartlynn, what a unique name, it’s just as beautiful as she is I think to myself as I take a glance at her soft sleeping features. Her lips are slightly parted and pouty, there a soft warm natural pink and incredibly inviting, she has a soft lite of freckles across the bridge of her nose and onto her checks. There’s a single small mole or beauty mark on her now bruised right cheek just under her eye and her la

“Hmmm, What do I want from you? How about you get your shits and get the fuck out of here because nobody likes you, and nobody wants you here! And while you are at it, I suggest you get that ridiculous idea that I’ll be mating with you out of your damn mind. I wouldn’t be with you if you were the last girl on earth, I would never be caught having an affair with you, not even in my dreams. You can keep screwing around with the Alphas son, or anyone else you desire. But stay the fuck away from Heather and I. You won’t live to tell the story if I catch you threatening her again.” Xander warned her, earning a few tears and scowl. I wonder why he hates her so much, he doesn’t even care that she’s

Yet, as the dream hung in the balance, a new figure emerged on the periphery of the moonlit clearing: Xander, the former Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and also Chastity's mate. In a surge of determination, Xander leaped into the dream, his presence a testament to the unbreakable bond that tethered him to Chastity. The trio—Dylan, Chastity, and Xander—standlocked in a tableau of destiny, the threads of the dream weaving a tapestry that transcended the boundaries of the subconscious.

I couldn't believe that I was carrying my child— out child— and would soon be able to hold him or her in my arms. This was like a reward from the gods for taking down zerathos. It was the most perfect gift. Xander’s scent hit me before I heard his footsteps. Woodsy. Earthy and a hint of citrus. He pushed the door open with ease, stridijg in, he was already halfway out of his ceremonial coat, his black shirt clinging to his chest beneath it. His eyes found me immediately—still seated at the edge of the bed, half-dressed, barefoot, lost in my thoughts.

But she was wrong. Xander came home late. He was drunk. His eyes were red, and he was stumbling. When he saw Hazel waiting in the hallway, he glared at her. “Why are you still awake?” he slurred. “Are you waiting for me? Do you think I will look at you? You are ugly. You are nothing.” “I was just… waiting to see if you need anything,” Hazel said softly. “I need you to disappear!” Xander shouted, pushing her against the wall. “I hate seeing your face! It reminds me of everything I lost! You stole my life! You are a thief!”

I inhale a deep breathe only to exhale a grieving sob. I'm never going to see my mama again. A strong hand touches my shoulder. I get such a big fright that I almost fall into the water, but the hands grab my waist, "Be careful!" It's a boy. I look up only to see dark brown eyes. So dark, they look black. "W-who're you?" I hesitantly ask. "I'm Xander, son of Alpha Nightwalker. We came to your mother's funeral." I nod understandingly. "Why are you here?" I asked softly.

I nodded in acknowledgment, appreciating his words. "Do you think it could have been your mate?" he asked, and I shook my head in response. "No," I replied firmly, noticing the confusion on his face. "Hawthorne only wanted Xavier and had no idea who Bella was, so I doubt it would be him. Although Hawthorne is a very selfish man, I doubt he is the kind of man who mercilessly kills kids," I explained. Alpha Riel nodded in silence, absorbing my response. Alpha Riel hesitated for a moment as if carefully choosing his words. Tears welled up in my eyes as I waited for his response.

“Wendy, you need to behave yourself tonight.” Patrick spoke with deliberate patience. “Do you remember what I told you about Shawn Xander? He’s the younger son of the Xander family. He’s been abroad for years, outgoing by nature, and he’d be a good match for you. Don’t keep saying you don’t like him. You won’t know until you actually meet.”

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.