Zander Tate Novels & Stories

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.’

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Maybe it is because of his low cut hair. “Kate, it has been a long time; you look great,” he complimented. I smiled. “How are you doing?” I asked Tanner’s POV Kate was the first person that ever treated me like a human being. It is such a pity that I was a jerk back then. I don’t deserve her. “I am doing great, I have been to therapy. I am healing and working as well.” Kate’s POV I was pleasantly surprised. “That means that your parole might be coming up maybe two years from now?” I asked excitedly.

'Fuck, this is so fucking torture! 'Damn your hands, Drake. Unexplainable!' Unfortunately, Drake pushed her back on the bed. Her mouth parted a bit. "Oh, damn!" she hissed. She propped her elbow to support her body while watching Drake move. He was unbuckling his belt, slowly and sharply looking at his stray. When the metal belt landed on the floor, Emily swallowed as the alpha started to unbutton his sweatpants. She even blinked her eyes twice; she wasn't dreaming of what she was seeing. His chiseled chest and his well-toned abs absolutely stand out from the dim lights of the room.

RUTHIE HAD HEADED DOWN without me and I could hear her parents oohing and aahing over her. I descended the stairs, carefully placing each foot in front of the other. Grasping the railing with one hand, I concentrated so hard on walking that I forgot to be nervous. Halfway down I glanced up. Zander stood at the bottom, slack-jawed. I looked him over from head to toe and almost missed the next step. His auburn hair was slicked back, the sides flat. He wore a slim, slate grey tuxedo with a matching vest and bow tie. His hands held a clear corsage box.

“I want you. All of you. Now.” Zander didn't hesitate. He stood, his massive frame towering over me as I sat on the island. With a fluid, violent grace, he stripped out of his pants, throwing them somewhere into the dark. Seeing him fully unleashed was enough to make my breath stop. He was thick, heavy, and pulsing with a need that mirrored my own.

He treads lightly, like he is approaching a baby deer, making me feel like prey. “Did you not want a shower, we thought it might help with the aching?” Christian asks. He has stopped stirring whatever is in the pot, the smell is indescribable, my mouth waters and hunger briefly overrides my decision to leave. Zander is close enough for the heat of his body to warm my own. He doesn’t touch me, only waits. His chest expands under the tight fitting black t-shirt, muscles and tattoos spill from the collar and sleeves. I thought Kendrick was intimidating in stature but he doesn’t compare to these two.