Zane Books Novels & Stories

Her fierce demeanor. Thank you for the votes and reviews. You guys helped me get 3rd place in the contest. We have a few more chapters before this story closes to an end. Don't worry, you will find out soon more about Dominic and Elizabeth. Book 2 in the series Baine Family: Love and War is out with few chapters until I complete this. Finally My own Love. Again thank you for your patience and I promise to update as soon as possible.

They were going to be seniors this year and head off to college after that. Zane and Zander were getting ready for their 4th of July party. When they threw a party they went all out. Everyone wanted to be invited to a Whitmore party. Zane had his eye on a girl that was different from the rest. She didn't throw herself at them like the other girls at their school. Allie Trainer. It was going to be his goal to get her in his bed before the end of summer. Zander bet him $1000 that he couldn't do it and was surprised to hear she was coming to their party that night. They both hoped she didn't bring her best friend Kat along. That girl was such a loser.

It would have made everything so much easier, but since I wasn’t even supposed to be privy to that information, I couldn’t very well share it with him. Angela was the first to ease his fears by explaining that she was actually a member of a worldwide secret group that was dedicated to ridding the world of zombies. She was one of their trained soldiers and had battled many a zombie in her day; as had Evan. She looked at me apologetically as she explained the necessity to hide behind the façade of being a traveling social worker and an author to allow them the freedom they needed to move around and disappear for days at a time while they hunted and took down the zombies.

I returned to the villa and packed up everything related to Zane. Precious jewelry, luxury goods, stuffed animals, and photos of us as a couple—I burned them all. But when I saw a glass bottle, I paused. Inside was a letter Zane had written when he was 17. It was his wish for the future. I had read it many times before. But today, as I held the thin piece of paper in my hands, I still couldn't help unfurling and reading it one last time.

“He’s been busy with his own life. But yeah, he checks in.” I nodded, but the unease lingered. I tucked the thought away for now, unwilling to face it just yet. Next, Zane showed me the library: a sanctuary of stories and knowledge. The shelves were filled with everything from classic literature to art books, the spines worn from years of use. I ran my fingers along the titles, feeling a strange connection to the man who had built this quiet refuge. “You read a lot,” I remarked. “Only to distract myself,” he said. “And sometimes, to escape.”

The days that followed felt… different. Not in a loud, obvious way. Nothing shattered. Nothing exploded. But something shifted. And it didn’t shift back. Zane didn’t come home that night. Or the next. Or the one after. At first, I told myself it made sense. One of his men had been murdered. Not just any man—one of his right-hand men. Someone trusted. Someone close. In Zane’s world, that wasn’t just loss. It was a message.

However, given the hidden fact that Zane is a royal-marked wolf, he’s faster than Raven, incredibly quick in his diversions, and sometimes hard on attacks. With his heightened senses and his print’s gifts, Zane can somehow read Raven’s next move, making it easy for him to counter and even attack the gamma. Unlike before, Zane now can control his unusual abilities. Tyr thought Zane is no doubt a royal-marked because of how fast he learns how to control his gifts compared to others.

Perhaps he was going to lose against him, thought Zander. Energy has drained out of his body. He could not pull his hands together on the ground and get up, let alone strike some blows on his iron like body. Yep, Zane was a gym freak and took care of his physique, he was still a young nineteen years old wolf. What he did today was far more appreciable thing he could have done in his age, and therefore, he didn't mind dying in the hands of this bastard that still smelled as strong enough as he smelled in the beginning. His eyelids came down together. It has been a few minutes yet the bad guy didn't pound on him, which meant he wanted Zander to wake up on his own. But only if he knew he was no

“I’ll see you around.” Zane stood up, brushed himself off, and gathered a couple of books that had fallen. As he walked past me toward the door, his shoulder lightly brushed mine. That’s when I caught it—his scent. Fresh like soap and something sweet, maybe a hint of citrus or warm vanilla. It wrapped around me for a second and made my stomach do a little flip.

Instead, his hand flexed once at his side, then stilled. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then Zane’s voice came floating back toward us, chipper and oblivious. “Find something interesting over there, or are you two just exchanging meaningful glances?” I exhaled, breaking the stare first. “Keep looking, Zane,” I called back, before I could say something to Callum I might regret. Zane groaned and pulled a heavy, leather-bound book from a shelf. “Hm…no. Still not it. Ugh, I’m getting hungry.”