Xander Hector Novels & Stories

Sinclair takes another step forward, clearly ready to either tear Xander to pieces or take him into custody – I honestly don’t know which – Xander – an old, wrinkled man with cruelty in every line of his face - just smirks up at Sinclair, not moving an inch. But the Atalaxian speaker – a high-ranking senator himself – steps forward then, interceding. “Alpha Sinclair,” he says, his word heavy with the acknowledgement that my mate is not yet King, “Duke Xander is a protected member of our delegation – an Ambassador. If you harm him or take him into custody, it will be considered an act of war.”

It is Xander. He is the king of Lycans. One of the most powerful men in the world. He ended lives with just a flick of his wrist. He was known for being ruthless. But this same man had smiled and told me I did a good job when I destroyed his room. Then he renovated it. He pops up in his room randomly, which he pretty much gave up for me, just to check up on me. And so far, he hasn’t done anything I didn’t like.

Then only did the name Xander slowly be used more. Nova Zane is Xander's biological father, and the man Xander sent to prison himself. It was the first time Abigail heard him mention Nova, and she did not expect it to be in such a situation. This was due to Xander removing all information regarding Nova after his takeover.

I shook my head like I'm getting myself in reality again. Anyway, I just want to introduce myself first. Hi! I'm Alexander Xeivier Mandilla. The younger brother of Yna Arice Mandilla. They just call me Xander. Yes, I'm noisy but I'm sweet, gentleman and generous. Oh yeah! That's me. Let's please ourselves HAHAHA. I get off the car too then I stepped big so that I can chase Xandra. Why she always walks so fast? She's so tiny and she steps like a giant.

I personally didn’t see the fucking difference. Xander had dark brown hair and light brown eyes with flecks of honey. He was tall and muscular but on the leaner side than me. I towered over his 6’ 3” frame by a good 4-5 inches and was much, much wider and more muscular. I was a beast, the sheer size of me intimidating to everyone I have ever encountered. And I liked it that way.

He's so big and tall and looks ready to crush anything he can get his hands on. So that sight of him holding a small and squirming bundle in a blanket takes me back. "Hello, Skylar." He says calmly. "My name is Xander. If it's alright with you, I have some questions I want to ask you. It's about your abusers... may I sit down and ask?"

Xander. "Wait!" I turn around, only to be pulled into Derek's arms. His lips smash into mine. I push him back. Derek just laughs and said, "Just a kiss for the road." Strong arms that instantly relax me, grab me around the waist. My Alpha Mate. He puts me closely behind him, "You're gonna regret kissing her." Derek's eyes flicker in fear, but he tries to cover it up. He puffs out his chest, trying to be intimidating. But he couldn't intimidate someone like Xander. Xander is 6'5 of pure muscle. He is the definition of intimidation.

Zak had readily agreed to the transfer, as had Xander’s old Alpha, Brett. His father had died in a rogue attack when he was five. It was what prompted him to become a warrior. Xander is 24 and one of the top warriors of his previous pack. He had been in charge of his own platoon in the pack and hoped to work his way up in the ranks here. He loves junk food and trashy TV, surfing and swimming. His favorite food is Snickers candy bars and he is obsessed with 90s music, even though the 90s ended before he was born.

A man like Xander usually fights until the bitter end and he doesn’t like not winning. Dante stops rubbing my back and pulls out his mobile from his pants. It looks like he is scrolling. “Hi Xander, Dante here. I’m doing a search on a Drake Edwards right now and I’ll forward the name on to my team.” His voice is stern and in command.

“Mr. Xander.” The contact lasted barely a second before she withdrew her hand. Her gaze slid past him without lingering. She remembered Zac and Skyla both saying he was injured. If they were talking about it, it had to be serious. Yet he looked perfectly fine. “Mr. Xander,” her colleagues said eagerly. It was her two colleagues’ first time meeting Chris in person. He was the man at the helm of the Xander empire, known for his decisive and ruthless tactics in the business world, yet strikingly handsome in a way that drew attention the moment he entered a room.