Zane Novel Novels & Stories

My legs trembled just from trying to move the blanket. “Oh my goodness,” I muttered, dropping my head back on the pillow. Zane was a monster. An actual monster. The kind that acted like he wouldn’t ever get another chance to touch me again and had to ruin me in one night. “My love.” I glared instantly. Zane stood by the door with a tray in his hands, the smell of warm food and herb tea filling the air. And there he was—smirking like he didn’t almost destroy my entire existence a few hours ago.

There was no recognition. "Afternoon, miss," Zane said, tipping his cap with a polite, distant smile. "Do I know you? You look like one of the girls from the high school, maybe?" Elara froze. The "Disconnect" wasn't just a loss of memory; it was a Re-allocation of Narrative. In Zane’s world, he wasn't a protector; he was just a neighbor. The bond that had survived the end of the universe had been filed under "Stranger."

“I swear, being new must make you a magnet for idiots.” “No joke,” Zane said, appearing out of nowhere next to us with two cups full of some kind of cold liquid in her hands. She handed one to Kim. “I saw those ass-wipes eye-balling you just now too. Leave them and they’ll want to mate with you on the spot.” Kim groaned. “Oh joy.”

Arella’s POV “Did you have to bring that up, Noah?” Selena interjected sharply, nervously glancing up at Zane to see if Zane had overheard them. But luckily, Zane seemed to be lost in his own thoughts at the moment, glaring down at the plate as if it had insulted him. “You know Zane was furious about that,” she continued and leaned closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Zane is very protective of his pups. He’ll kill to ensure their safety.”

Zane said, his lips curving into a tired smile as he stepped closer, his body brushing against mine, “but I do.” Stunned by his honesty, I met his gaze, the moonlight casting shadows across his face. “Why?” “Because when you look at me, Gwen, you don’t see a future,” he said, his hand grazing my arm, a fleeting warmth. “You see a fire.” “That’s not trust,” I said, stepping back slightly, the terrace’s stone cold under my feet. “It’s the kind that gets people killed,” Zane said, his eyes locking on mine, “but I’m not walking away.”

CAMILA POV Zane is gay. The thought slammed into me like a freight train as I stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the scene I would give anything to unsee. The man I had sacrificed everything for over the past twelve years . There he was — was on his back, legs spread wide, taking another man’s cock deep in his ass. Kade was thrusting into him hard, skin slapping skin, while Zane moaned like a goddamn whore in heat, head thrown back against the nightstand, eyes rolled up in pure bliss

I couldn’t stop staring and I felt the little rope holding me back snapping when their fingers brushed. I saw red as I stalked over to their table. My blood was drumming in my ears as I slapped my hands against the table. Lyra gasped in fear and my face pulled into a blank canvas, not giving away my anger and displeasure but of course, the bastard noticed. Connor flashed his signature smirk, the same one that has been getting under my skin since we were pups. “Zane, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you all night.” “And I’ve been looking forward to seeing you six feet under but guess luck is not on my side.” I spat

“No. I just wanted to see how she’s doing. I’ll be around for Thanksgiving. I decided to come a little early.” Gabe studied him carefully. Zane was the kind of man who kept everything to himself and didn’t give away secrets. He probably didn’t know that Gabe already knew about Chloe’s miscarriage and her history with James, so he was trying to be careful. “You think she’s dead?” Gabe asked bluntly. Zane shrugged his broad shoulders. He was wearing a warm sweater, jeans, and hiking boots. Gabe thought he looked exactly like what he was—a science geek—and he liked that about him.

Elariana The morning still felt like it was stepping around me carefully, as if it was not sure it was allowed to pour full light over me. But when Zane stood and said he would have breakfast brought, something tiny yet enormous shifted inside me. The thought that my hunger was not a scandal, not shame, not the doorway to punishment. It was simply a sign that my body was alive, and someone did not want to silence it.

What kind of pain made a man like Zane need pills to sleep. What kind of past made the revered Alpha beg for his mother in his dreams. And for the first time… I realized something terrifying. Zane may not even be a monster we all think of him to be. He might just be a wounded man. And that is even more dangerous.