Novel & Cerita Xander Shakadera

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I took a deep breath, savoring the familiar fragrance of bergamot and vanilla. Even though I knew who was standing there, my hand still turned the doorknob. I made eye contact with Xander, whose eyes were a striking shade of red. I had expended a significant amount of energy throughout the day, making it difficult for me to resist the pressure and intimidation that accompanied his presence. I felt a shiver down my spine. "No energy to yell at me?" Xander asked with a crooked smile. He was wearing a two-button-down white shirt, black pants, and a leather jacket. A belt of daggers peered from his waist. Not that I cared too much to look in that direction.

Xander nods while letting more tears stream down his face. ****tbc****

A long wooden table covered in maps and tactical pawns dominates the room. Six men sit or stand at various points along the table. My Goddess-damned mind will only focus on one. At the far end of the table from his father, Xander looks up as we walk in. His auburn hair is braided back away from his face like all Tansy Beach men, revealing sharp cheekbones and lips I have held between my teeth. Vividly red lips. Far redder than I remember. In fact, he looks pale, like he’s spent every second of these last three weeks inside without sleeping.

I think we all need to do a little switcheroo here! When Xander comes out of the bathroom, he is only wearing a towel. His torso still has little drips running down his body. His broad shoulders compliment his broad chest. It's obvious that he works out. I mean, you can't get that ripped back without some hard work, right? And his arms, oh my life! His sexy large arms are the arms of a sex god! Ugh! And his height just makes everything way better. He is 6'5? And me, I am 5'5! He's a giant compared to me!

It was clean, like an incision made under a surgical light, leaving virtually no echo of pain. I felt my instincts automatically adjust my posture: my back straightened, my breathing sank lower. My pheromones unconsciously retreated within my boundaries. It wasn't submission. It was more like "making way" for genuine strength. He gave a polite nod. "I hear you live near Primrose Road? I'm heading that way—would you like a ride?" I quickly waved my hand. "Thank you. I drove myself." Xander was one of Hayden's students and the youngest expert. The Sheptran family, associated with the Blade Pack, had the most healers serving the Royal family. There were many shifter clinics across the US.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

He could sense someone's presence lurking in the shadows, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. Suddenly, a figure materialized in front of Dakota, emerging from the darkness. Xander, the Shadowstalker, awaited him within, ready to challenge him with his mastery overshadows. "I know you, you are the twin brother of Shadowmaster, and your power is familiar with him..." Dakota said. And he laughed. "Yes, we may be twins, but my powers are far more different than him..." He laughed. Xander, his features concealed beneath a cloak of shadow. Dakota felt a chill run down his spine as he met the gaze of his formidable adversary. Xander's voice resonated with an air of calcula

Xander once told me he was the heir of the Montenegro Empire. Who is he marrying? “Oh, that’s Loraine Herrera. Gosh, I don’t like that girl. They say she’s pretentious and mean.” My eyes widened at what I heard. Loraine Herrera?! What the hell?! ****

He looked like an innocent fresh graduate with a clear and cold temperament. However, his facial features were 70% similar to Eric’s. He looked more related to Eric than Nathaniel, who was Eric’s nephew. Seeing Nicole’s surprised face, Yvette and Julie could not wait to call that man over. “He has nothing to do with Eric Ferguson. His name is Xander, a model who debuted abroad. I met him when I was running a show there. As soon as I saw him, I thought that you’d like him, so I brought him back!”