Zane Grey Novels Novels & Stories

ANN POV The atmosphere of Gray Ranch has become suffocating. Ever since Darcy's ex showed up everyone seems tense. The side-eye looks the pack gives him and the long periods of silence are killing me. Mix in the fact Mike and Carmen are scared every second of the day... "This will be over soon," Claire says quietly as she looks over my face.

Something in the process of evolving. Andrei hadn’t said much since that night. They passed each other in corridors, exchanged glances that lingered too long, but with them, words had become less necessary. The silence between them now carried weight. It still harboured resentment, but still carried respect. The weight of a dozen words left unspoken. Zane found himself in the library again with no fire this time, only the gray illumination of morning light. He pulled a book from the shelves something about the evolution of aristocratic dynasties. He didn’t care for the content. It was the weight of the book in his hands, the way knowledge felt like armor.

Finally, Zane twisted, breaking free with a burst of strength, and slapped Cayden across the face. The sound echoed. Cayden froze. Zane’s eyes burned. “Do not touch me again.” He ran. Two months passed. Cayden returned to the pack empty and restless. His wolf paced, snarled, broke furniture, howled at the moon. Xayden and Nox watched their son unravel. Then Zane returned from his sanctuary, releasing a record-breaking album in hiding. He did not expect Cayden in the pack land. The club pulsed with sound and bodies. Cayden sat at the center, wolves draped over him, hands on his arms, his chest, his thighs. They laughed and praised him.

Zane's body is still trembling beneath me, his cum cooling on his stomach, my release leaking from him as I pull out slowly. But I'm not done, not by a long shot. This body's stamina, honed by Ardyn's "lessons," is a beast, my cock already twitching back to life, half-hard and demanding more. The novel's pull is relentless, urging Cillian, me, to claim Zane fully, weave him into the harem. But the book glossed over why Zane steals the artifact; it's a plot hole I've always nagged about in my fangirl rants.

“Still trying to draw that blank page into submission?” Lena jumped slightly at the sound of Zane’s voice. He stood by the staircase, suit jacket slung over one shoulder, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt open at the collar. His hair was tousled in that purposeful, post-meeting way, but his eyes—those piercing grey eyes—were on her, concerned and soft. She gave a half-smile. “The page is winning today.” He crossed the room and sat beside her, his thigh brushing against hers. “You’ve been in your head a lot lately.”

Making it so easy. “I like you more than anyone I’ve met since Misery. And when I’m with you, I feel . . . a little less like half of two things, and a little more whole. And when you touch me, it feels right. So right that I forget it’s wrong. I forget that you’re the heart of this pack. I forget that thousands of people rely on you, and that every moment I spend with you, I’m taking something away from them.” I manage a labored gulp. My throat is tight and dry. “So this is what’s going to happen. I’m going to walk in there and take the drugs Layla gives me. This Heat won’t happen. And as soon as the issues with the Vampyre council are officially over and Ana is safe, which will be any day

Alpha Zane's POV I walked around my bedroom in slight worry. The things that councilor Zeph had told me made me worried. Grey had found out about th codex and I was very sure that he had already begun to look for it. If he found it, it would spoil my plans. I relaxed a little though when I recalled that Zeph said that no one has seen the codex in years and that Grey's father died with the knowledge. But I knew Grey. He was relentless. He would turn his entire pack upside down to find it if he had to.

Zane asked her while coming closer to hug her. "I'm good, you were gone., Zane whose blood is on your hands?" Shirley asked trying to suppress her fears. She didn't want to think the worse of him but she couldn't help it. Zane stared at his hands in surprise, he didn't understand what she was talking about until he actually saw blood in his left hand. "Oh!! that must be the blood of the animal I killed,” he replied nonchalantly. "Wait. you killed an animal?" Shirl asked flabbergasted.

“I’ll go with you. But if you slip up again, I’ll kick your ass.” Zane’s grin widened. “That would be kind of hot, actually.” “I mean it, Zane.” “I know, I know.” Zane followed me around the corner to the next row of bookshelves. I began scanning the “S” section, and pulled out a title on soothsayer practices, which I added to the pile. Zane quirked a brow at me as I dropped the stack of books I was holding onto a nearby table. I’d collected more than five tonight, and intended to read them all. He picked up the most recent one and read the back with a curious expression.

There need to be some link between all these. I opened my phone and googled details about Ehan and Varun and even Zayd. And whatever I found made things clearer on my mind. Ehan, Varun and Zayd all were from the same place. The same place near the woods that was mentioned on the newspaper. There is something behind all this. I am sure this ain't any coincidence.