Zander Tate Novels & Stories

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.

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

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.

Olivia's POV The next morning, I turned on my phone and saw a text message from Hannah. It had a link to some news article. Still groggy, I rubbed my temples as I clicked to read it. Turned out my dance with Zander last night was posted online. Zander was not only the Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack but also the future CEO of the Wells Group in San Francisco. Yes, his dad was still running the show for now, but it didn't stop Zander from being influential in San Francisco and even Los Angeles.

Zander: Are you awake? Me: Yes. Zander: I'm sorry for what I said at the party. Me: It's okay. Why are you awake? Zander: I was hungry. Me: We were having raccoon issues. Zander: That's funny. Me: We finally caught Rocket. Zander: Who's Rocket? Me: The large male. Zander: Did you catch Groot, too? Me: Not yet. Zander: Do you want to hang with me tomorrow?

Lavender had to calm him down knowing if she didn't that his demon would come out destroying the whole stadium and most likely hurt creatures. "Zander please, creatures change every day, I know it's hard to believe, but you have to trust me and my actions. I'm not five anymore." I explained pouting dearly from his misinformation, getting closer until I was able to hold his hand in comfort, but he shook his head as an owl would in the night. "Trust him do you know who he is Hades Zaro the son of Dylan Zaro, a Monster! " He ripped his hand off as he yelled straight at Hades himself.

She let the clip replay a couple more times before she pressed pause and instantly dialed his number. He picked on the first ring, with music playing loudly in the background to confirm her worst fear. It was indeed a recent video! Zander - laughing and talking at the same time “How do you like my dance video?” Who is this guy and what has he done with the real Zander Scott? She pushed her bowl of cereal away and stared at the bits and pieces of food she had sputtered on the table. Cassie - “That is not a dance video! I am traumatized!”