Xander Matthews Novels & Stories

“Then what is it?” Xander fiddled with his hair, looking tormented. "Come on, Sir! I am Xander! Xander William!" Xander said tiredly, this time his gaze was fixed on Crystal. “It is not that I want to demean your daughter, but I am too good, almost like a God really, to even enter a contest just for a spoiled brat like her."

“Uhmm, you are currently at Master Xander's mansion. He brought you home last night and asked us to take care of you. So, we've brought you food and was actually going to prepare your bathe.” Matilda's brows furrowed. That name sounded quite familiar, at the same time, so strange. Maybe because her mind flashed back to the last person she saw last night but many times, she disagreed with herself. “I'm sorry, but who is Master Xander? How do I know him?” The servants threw weird glances among themselves before the one who brought in the food earlier replied, “Master Xander, the CEO of Hamilton multinational group of companies.” As soon as Matilda heard that description of the man who saved he

“What’s his brother doing here?” “He called him here for you,” Matt answered immediately. “For me?” confused, I replied. “Nothing.” He tried to avoid this conversation. “Tell me, Matt.” “It’s nothing.” I glared at him and threatened that I would never talk to him again if he didn’t speak up. “Xander called his brother to help you. He wanted your brother to get into rehab as soon as possible, and they have good contacts in the city. He wasn’t going to let the hospital let him out of it because he knew they would.”

His grin was too smug, like he knew exactly what he was walking into. “Wow,” he said, looking at the mat. “You really went all out. Looks like a personal dungeon.” “It’s physical therapy,” I snapped, trying not to look at his legs. “Sure,” he said, easing himself onto the mat. “Just saying… you could at least light some candles.” “Sit down.” “Yes, ma’am.” He winked at Ethan. “She loves ordering me around.” Ethan groaned. “Don’t start.” Xander stretched his leg slowly, grimacing, then leaned back on his elbows. “What? I’m just saying the truth. Your mom’s scarier than any coach I’ve ever had.”

The way he said it feels like he wants me to get mad with what Henry did to his mate. "It's Henry's job to torture the rogues that dared step a paw on our land, Maddox," I told Maddox but the indignant look on his face tells me that he's not buying it and he's still mad at Henry. "I know but she is my mate," Maddox replied defending his self. "Tell me about her, Maddox," I said to him as I sat in my swivel chair while Maddox sat on the single sofa in front of my office desk.

“Just swooping in like some hero. Carrying her like she’s some damsel in distress.” Xander didn’t look at her. “I don’t care.” “You care,” Wendy said immediately. “You’re just pretending not to.” He scoffed. “Why would I care about Freya Woods or whoever rescues her?” Wendy rolled her eyes. “Not her. Him. Marvis Diggs.” At the name, Xander’s fingers stilled for half a second before he recovered. His player missed a pass. He cursed under his breath. “I don’t like him,” Xander said flatly.

Or rather, a forced sperm donor. “I’m not hungry,” I grit out now for what feels like the tenth time. He sits across from me in a throne chair. The high walnut back twists into an intricate design of wolves howling up at the moon and the tufted fabric behind his big head is blood red. He looks like a fucking nut trying to live out some weird kingly fantasy. “Starving yourself won’t stop the inevitable, Matilda.”

Inside, Stacie fumed at Xander but she knew she had to watch her tongue. “What the hell is going on, Xander? What was that all about? Why did you freeze?” Xander didn’t want to tell her he knew she would keep bitching about it if he didn’t. “She’s my mate, Stacie. The girl is my mate.” Stacie froze, just as he expected her to. She couldn’t believe she finally found his mate after all these years and it was because of her. She had helped him find his mate. There wasn't way she was going to let her take Xander away from her. Not after all these years of hard work and trying to keep Xander to herself.

He doesn’t say a word, studying Andrew and Matt, as if trying to decide on the kind of men they are. Releasing hands, Xander nods to the man who hasn’t stopped staring at Matt and me next to each other on the opposite side. “My beta, Fletcher. How about we give you guys a ride inside?” “Perfect idea, Xan,” Fletcher says cheerily, before anyone has the chance to answer. “You can have the front seat, beta.” He opens the door for Andrew, before stepping toward Matt and I. Closing my eyes, I just wait for the bomb to drop.

I know how this is going to go. “Motherfucker.” It isn’t a secret that Xander has a weakness—a weakness named Naomi. The waitress in trousers who hides instead of performing. Men see her and think they can claim her. Use her. They’re wrong. My best friend here won’t allow anyone to touch what’s his.