Zander Tate Novels & Stories

Sasha parked the car and entered the house only to find Jax taking some snacks to Henry's office. He paused for a second and glanced at her. "There is a famous YouTuber here to meet Gramdmaster. Come quickly inside." "YouTuber." "Yes. Zander. He is famous for exposing many shamans. The grandmaster is already shaking while sitting on his chair." "What...Zander...?" She was standing stunned at her place. She was scared to let him find out about her.

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

A sad, glittery banner declared “Class of 2015 – A Decade of Destiny!” I was nursing a warm, shitty beer, trying to look politely interested as Stacy Miller recounted her third kid’s potty-training saga, when I felt it. A shift in the atmosphere. A prickle on the back of my neck that had nothing to do with the shitty AC. I turned. And there he was. Leaning against the bleachers like he owned the fucking place. Zack. He’d filled out since he was eighteen. The lanky frame was now solid, a wall of muscle under a simple black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the intricate tattoos that snaked up his forearms.

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

The Nightshade Tattoo Studio was still open, though Henry rarely handled the machines himself anymore unless I wanted a tattoo. But now, I dared not ask. Because… “Daddy! Tail! I want a tail too!” A little bundle in overalls clung to Henry’s leg, calling out in a high, childish voice. Oliver Kane was perfectly sculpted, with eyes like mine, but when angry, his pupils turned the same dark gold as Henry’s. Henry sighed and scooped Oliver up, cradling him in his arms. “No tails outside.” “Why not?” “Because it would scare Mommy.”

Matthew asked. "The pizza delivery guy?" "Right, the girl's name is Marra. She was a pizza delivery girl at Luke's place, and Luke himself recommended her to me. She's not a kid, and she's a hard worker." Matthew tried to break all of Jamie's doubts. "Matt's right. She's a pizza delivery person. He was waiting for the rain to stop at Racher Art the other day," Jose said, nudging Denis. "I was right, wasn't I?"

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.

“You and Jake are already ranked, I would have to fight all the way up. I don’t want to hurt all those other Alphas.” “But you can can’t you,” I make a statement not a question. Zander has never showed anyone what he can actually do. We pick on him and give him a hard time, but in a fight, he is ruthless. Zander is only about an inch shorter than Luke and Jake who are both 6’6”. He has blonde hair like his father and pale blue eyes like his father. He is broad shouldered and muscular like an Alpha. He has a narrow hip and legs like tree trunks. His mate, Megan, is 6’ with a toned warrior build. As dark as Zander is lite. Together they make a hell of a team. I alway found Angela and Ralph a g

“So I’ll let you all have your little victory for now.” Uriel’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. “You talk too much for someone restrained.” The man chuckled softly and turned his gaze to Althea. His eyes, dark but unnervingly familiar, locked onto hers. “I’m Zander, by the way. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Before she could respond, his voice echoed inside her head. ‘Don’t bother trying to read my mind, Althea. You won’t be able to. But listen carefully—I won’t be here long. You and I share the same energy. I’ve been searching for you for a long time… and you belong with me.’