Novel & Cerita Zane From H2o

I breathed. "Wait here." Zane disappeared through another door and came back a minute later carrying two bottles—water and something amber in a crystal decanter. He set them on a workbench near the door, then shrugged off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. I tried not to stare at his forearms. Failed. "You want to tell me what you're thinking?" He poured himself a drink, watching me over the rim of the glass. "I'm thinking this is insane." I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly cold. "All of it. The party, the kiss, this—" I gestured at the cars. "I don't understand what's happening."

That was—oddly satisfying. My hair was pulled into a sleek pony tail, with tiny glitters. Red lipstick clung to my lips and body oil all over my skin. I stepped out onto the set. And then I saw him. Oh, fuck. Zane stood near the backdrop, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other holding a bottle of water someone had handed him. He wore black jeans—low and ripped at the knees. His bare chest under the lights. Hair was wet, slicked back like mine, water dripping down his temple, jaw and the column of his throat.

Why am I surprised that Zane is this good at this job? We park in front of a red-roofed farmhouse that looks like something I once saw on a postcard. “No way.” I once again paste my face to the window. “This place is unreal.” “Of course it is. It’s my territory.” “I still don’t think you can take credit for that.” I laugh. “Look— they have cows!” “If I’d known what a fan of livestock manure you are, I’d have— ” I ignore him and exit the car right as a young man comes toward us. His mop of dark curls is swept around by the wind, and his frame is slight, especially for a Were. “Dr. Sem Caine,” Zane explains after they exchange a hug.

Had I been standing, I may have fallen over. I let out a slow breath. I wasn’t trying to forget the pain. It’d already been forgotten. I was trying to quell the new feelings stirring in me, the ones that had always been there but grew rapidly as I stared into the depths of HJ. From far off, I heard Zane mumble that he was done. HJ’s hand traveled along my collarbone as his voice rumbled through me. “Give us a minute, Zane.” Zane rolled away on his stool because I guess every person in the world listened to HJ when he commanded them.

It’s a sight that’s hard to ignore, and I find myself lost in his eyes. “Ms. Levine, join me in the water,” Zane says, snapping out of my thoughts. My face flushes as I look away, hoping he didn’t catch me staring hard. “I’m fine here. I’m not really a fan of rivers,” I lie, settling down on a rock by the shore while I continue to watch him. ** “He’s diabolical, I tell you,” I say to Ariana as I recount my encounter with Zane, and she bursts into laughter.

Can you imagine Zane in economy class? I couldn't imagine that. After the call ended, my feelings became even more complicated. I went over to the window, only to see that Zane hadn't left. He stood motionless downstairs. I wondered what he was thinking. Maybe… he was thinking about the baby. The baby really was just an accident. Back then, Zane had drunk too much at a business event. And in the heat of the moment, he had removed the condom and whispered, "Cassidy, I want you to be completely mine."

SORA. What?! He didn't just say that out loud. Did he? “Mom. Let me introduce you to someone special…” Zane smiled like he won the biggest trophy. “My Omega...” My heart somersaulted. If I was seeing double because of his pheromones earlier. Then I was close to passing out. How could he be so bold? What kind of question was that? He was Zane Blaster. He was always bold. And I had a little cutie with the same personality as he has.

He says. “So, Theo is his name?” he nods in response. “And Theo is the giant wolf that was in the road the day I got here?” again he nods. “He is magnificent!” I tell him. He smiles telling me that Theo is bouncing around and wagging his tail in appreciation for my compliment. “You’re very welcome Theo” I say. Then the craziest thing happened. Gabe’s eyes changed. To the vibrant green of Theo’s, and his voice deepened as he says, “Can I mark you now?” I give him a puzzled look and his eyes change back.

That was a big hell no! “I didn’t, okay? Now let’s go,” Zane frowned. “But your eyes are bloodshot Zane,” I glanced at his eyes and they truly were red, “Geez Steve”, he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “I went to get more water for Niv and Leo but someone jammed their finger into my eyes by mistake, and then I bumped into Xony’s guys and they tried to get me to do drugs but I refused, then they dumped it on my shirt, thinking I'd fall for it but I didn’t okay?” he rushed out.

Immediately, Zane stood from the couch and said, “I'm fine. Don't need to go to the hospital... excuse me. I need to use the restroom.” Without waiting for anyone's response, he walked off, but Emma was right on his heel, following him into the bathroom. When Zane reached the sink, he turned on the faucet and put his hands under it, splashing cold water on his face for a while before focusing on Emma's reflection at the doorway.