Xander Shakadera Novels & Stories

I miss you badly. Sincerely, Your Xander.

He said. I smiled, “They're going to make a huge difference, aren't they?” I asked. “Totally,” Xander nodded, giving me a tight hug. “We'll support them all the way.” After lunch, I saw Xander in his office, really focused on something at his desk. Curious, I approached him from behind so that I may see what held all of his attention. I saw amazing drawings on his desk. They showed Kade sleeping and Kaia looking curiously at something outside the page.

Hunter grunted, obviously not impressed with what the man was doing. "Baby, this person is-" He didn't finish because the person to be introduced didn't allow him do the Introduction. "What he wanted to say is that I am Xander Arenas, xander as in short for Alexander." He took my hand and placed a kiss on it in an impressive way, before he raised his face up to give me smile. "And you are?"

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.

Johnny nodded and turned toward me with a small smile before leaving. Alpha Xander was six feet tall with lots of muscles. His eyes were a baby blue color. His hair was jet black with skin the color of milk chocolate. His age was 23. He had been alpha for a little over four years after his father was killed in a rogue attack. I kept my head down so I wouldn't feel much worse once he rejects me. "Cassie McIntire I Alpha Xander alpha of Night Creeper Pack reject you as my mate and Luna of this pack." Alpha Xander said. I didn't give him time to say anything else I ran for the nearest cliff.

They have both been good to me, and it's wrong to do this. "Xander says it's because he doesn't want our baby in this crap that his great grandfather made with the Mortaga kingdom. But, in reality? I think he is ashamed of me because I was a slave in his kingdom, and I'm only seventeen." "How old is he?" She asks. "Twenty-Eight," "Oh, I see." Kelsy nods her head, "So, what's the plan?" I arch my brow, "What do you mean, plan? I have no plans."

He walked towards the Alpha, Xander. "You must be travelers since you don't smell like rogues. I'm Alpha Cole St Collins of the St Collins pack, can someone please tell me what the hell happened here?" Xander squared his shoulder. He is the same height with Cole 5.8ft. He walked towards him cautiously. "Alpha Cole, I am Xander Valsher , son of Alpha Mathew Valsher from Valsher pack in Arkansas this here are my pack mates. My mate Lydia, my brother Thomas and my sister Melissa, my friends Adrian and Carl.

There is another tattoo on his shoulder, but I can't make out what it is from this far away, His tank top and bag were on the floor. Even from this distance, I see his piercing green eyes flashing at me. My throat runs dry, despite myself. He looks like a Greek god. He smirked at me when he saw me staring at him and turned away to do some pull-ups. Xander Black POV: I usually come to the gym now and then to burn off some anger, but sometimes now and then Ms. bitch ass would be here. I was doing some deadlifts while hearing a playlist but currently playing was "16 Shots" by Stefflon Don it was my favorite song in the playlist called "Tequila Sunrise" it's my all-time go. But when I turned my

Zayn could hurt him easily with one hit in that situation. Hence, the best way now was to dodge Zayn’s attack first. Xander retreated over ten meters at an extremely swift speed. His movements produced a gush of gale out of nowhere that blew the fallen branches and wilted leaves in the surroundings, leaving a clean band of ground.

His sweet scent created goosebumps on my skin, “I will take it from here, Sharon,” he says, walking toward me. My heart beat hard inside my chest for this man who accepted all of me, our eyes searched each other. “Abi you look astonishing,” he lets out, “Thank you, you look great too.” Xander pulled me into his arms, his hands holding my waist, gripping me tight. He was dressed in a white shirt paired with black pants. His hair was styled perfectly, he was breathtaking. Shira purred as he held us tight in his arms,