Xavier And Iris Novels & Stories

He didn't care about the usual pack expectations of mating; he'd simply said there were other ways to show someone your love. ​I'd always brushed it off, thinking that all that mindset would go out the window the moment he met his other half. But now, suddenly, it made a whole lot more sense seeing as Iris was a human and didn't have her own wolf side to balance things out. But would Theo really be okay? ​"How long does it take to make eggs?" Iris asks suddenly, drawing my attention back to her. I find her looking towards me with clear suspicion, her leg perched on a pillow on a small stool I'd placed there for her.

It was warm and cozy, making her feel secure and safe within those arms. "It's called Lena Islands. But Hisara is what’s written on the map," Xyron, Xiellenna's father, explained, but the young girl just blinked up at him. Her bright and youthful eyes curiously stared back at her father's hazel-colored eyes, wavering as she pouted her lips. It was clear she didn't understand what her father said, so she just gave him a smile. But what the couple didn’t know was that every word they spoke was etched in their daughter's mind. 'I should tell this to Rylie.'

Tobias asked while raising his grey eyebrow. Xander shook his head. “Maybe this is best for both of them.", Xander thought to himself. “Also before killing her we can have more fun.", Tobias added. Thinking about having more fun both of the men's thought became clouded with lust. No doubt Iris was one exotic creature. “Done then." Xander agreed after thinking about the fun. Tobias let go of a dark chuckle. “We will meet again Iris.", Tobias dreamily said. “Get ready baby, your clock is ticking.", Xander stated and saying that both the men started laughing like madmen.

“It's about Iris.” “What about her?” “She's a mafia—”

When I opened it, there was a notification from I*******m. It was Zinnia. She posted a picture. She and Xavier were at a restaurant, sharing a large steak. Her caption: "Early birthday celebration with my one and only!" I stared at Xavier's face in the picture. The man who used to be my dream now seemed like a huge piece of trash in my sight. But instead of crying, I smiled.

Xavier fumed. Holding his phone confidently, Bastian stroke a tiny smile and replied, “If you intend to do so, I’ll be happy to be your opponent along with my friends here, but I doubt that you will win it.” Being enraged with his frustrated face, Xavier decided to disconnect the call. Without any swearing words uttered, he looked for the information of Red Iris Pack since he barely heard the pack’s name. “D*mn it! I have just known it that Red Iris Pack is also a top-tier pack, unlike mine,” Xavier swore resentfully when he had noticed the facts of the pack led by Bastian. Realizing that he need a few suggestions on the problem he faced, he called Beta Blake.

His fingers dug into her skin as if reminding her of exactly who he belonged to, his body responding to her touch with a flush that was impossible to hide. “Let her think,” Iris murmured against his lips, her voice breathless but laced with that same cold calculation. “Let her panic. Every move she makes is another mistake e.” Xavier pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark. “You’re enjoying this.” “I’m protecting what we built.” Iris’s fingers curled into the back of his shirt pulling him closer again. “I won’t let some girl playing housewife destroy it.” The casualness of it stopped my breathing. I was an problem they managed together. A human being slowly dying in their opera

Focus on the here and now. Xavier had argued with his psychiatrist and childhood friend, Dr. Logan Pierce, suggesting he’d be better off on a private yacht where he could stay isolated. But Dr. Pierce had insisted that Xavier needed the social environment of a cruise. Xavier couldn’t understand why. To him, isolation was a luxury all its own, and he could afford the best—Ferraris, personal jets, everything money could buy.

First, I broke his trust, and secondly, I killed a woman that was like a mother to him out of teenage jealousy. Iris went to where Gustav and Drogo were, breezing past the minions with enviable ease. Heads flew darted about, as she yanked them off their bodies. She bit her right wrist and bent over Gustav. "Drink up. It'll heal you." She said. Gustav groaned, gnashing his teeth. With the steely expression on his face, I was afraid he was going to turn down the help. He snatched at her hand, drawing the blood vigorously from her wrist.

I let out a huff of frustration, jumping slightly to snag it. ​"You're going to break your neck, Princess." ​I jumped, but this time it wasn't for the coffee. I spun around so fast I nearly fell off the stool. Xavier was leaning against the kitchen island, a glass of iced water in his hand. He looked like he’d just come from the gym, his skin was flushed, and a thin sheen of sweat made the muscles of his chest and arms glisten. His eyes weren't on my face. They were lower, tracking the way the thin shirt draped over my body, lingering on the clear silhouette of my chest before dropping to where the shirt had bunched at my hips.