Zane From Aphmau Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hello, Chloe. I would like to speak with you, but that requires no screaming. No shouting. Do you think you can handle that?" Carefully, Chloe nodded. Her musclebound Adonis-like captor reached out and unfastened the gag, letting it fall below her chin. "Please don't do this. Please let me go! Look, I won't say anything. I won't--" "SSSHH." He placed a fingertip to her lips. "First, you listen. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zane. I have been watching your show for some time. You are an extraordinary young woman. I admire you, Chloe. In fact, I admire you so much that I have decided to make you mine."

SYNOPSIS : At Blackthorne, everyone knows the rules…Know your place, don't offend the wrong person and whatever you do….do not dare challenge Zane Calloway. Amelia Carter accidentally breaks the last one. When she steps into a crowd gathered around Zane and tells him to let another student go, the entire hallway goes quiet. Zane looks at her as if she has just handed him a new game. By the next morning, Amelia's face is on everyone's phones…The scholarship student who works alongside her mother at their laundry business is suddenly Laundry Girl, and Blackthorne's wealthy students have found a new source of entertainment. Serena Calloway makes sure Amelia learns exactly what happens w

Ethan was trembling and for a minute he was back to his normal logical self. Zane was a mad-man. The substance was even illegal and banned. How did Zane get his hands on it? Why would Zane do this to him? There was no cure for a Zoned Alpha.

His every step felt as though he were walking barefoot on blades. Zane's eyes were hollow and yet filled with utter despair. It was as though time itself had frozen. Reaching out with a trembling hand, he gently touched my frozen face. And in that moment, something inside him snapped.

Even the air felt heavier, pressing down on everyone in the room except the two of us locked in this battle of wills. "Zane is not a disease," I said, my voice shaking, not with uncertainty, but with fury barely held in place, with the effort it took not to let Darkar take over completely. "He is not something that 'contaminates' anything. He is not weak, not lesser, not any of the vile things you're implying." My chest rose sharply as I took a step forward, closing the distance between us, every word burning its way out of me like fire.

Lucien and Liam greeted behind me. “How did it go?” Lucien asked. Zane wordlessly opened his shirt, revealing a glowing burn mark etched across his chest. Immediately, the room shifted. Lucien, Jake and Liam dropped to one knee. Even the guards did the same. “Congratulations, Prime Alpha,” they all said in unison, thumping their chests. What's going on? What is a Prime Alpha? While they bowed, Zane looked at me. I stared back, but my breath caught somewhere in my throat. He stepped closer. Slowly. Carefully. Like I was something fragile he didn’t want to break.

I was sure there was an injury already. He bent down rubbing on the spot he had just gripped tightly. I flinched as he blew gently on it. "I am sorry I hurt you, Amidala, I am, it was never my intention to," he apologized profusely. It was still hard to believe that this was the Zane I had known. The one who had maltreated me repeatedly. The one who had sexually abused and called me a servant. He gazed at my chicken on the tile and I sniffed.

The stress of what’s to come in the next weeks, the knowledge that I won’t see Shane anytime soon, and the thought that I’m losing precious time with him hurts. *** Shane “Beta,” I said and bowed my head. Before me stood Beta Alphonse and a group of warriors. The warriors looked ready to spill blood, their eyes locked on me. Three dark-haired lower rank men stood behind them. They all had bruises and cut lips. “Shane,” Beta Alphonse greeted. “How can I be of assistance?” I asked.

Once again, skip that bullshit. The humans I’m with have made camp near a lake. I’m grabbing my clothes to go bathe. I still have some of the clothes I originally left with, but definitely not as much. It’s going to be dark soon, and I don’t want to be caught alone in the dark. That never ends well. Heading to the lake, I start to strip. I’m completely naked, which doesn’t even phase me anymore. I used to be so shy about being naked out in the open, but who cares anymore about that? I sure don’t. I quickly wash the grim off as I trace the long white scar that goes from my elbow to my wrist. It’s the biggest scar I have. Most of them are small, but this fucker is not. A zombie was trying to t

He stood there, his chest heaving, his own minor Alpha aura flickering like a dying candle against the roaring ultraviolet dark. "Micah? Get out of the way!" Zane commanded, his sword glowing with a silver light. "She’s possessed! She’s the anchor now!" "She’s the only one standing between you and a thousand teeth, you idiots!" Micah roared back, his voice breaking with the strain. He looked over his shoulder at Rhea, his eyes filled with a tragic, sudden clarity. "I spent my whole life being a coward, Zane. I spent my whole life playing both sides, waiting to see who would win. But I’m done waiting."