Novel & Cerita Zane X Gene

It felt like she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't quite remember. Little did she know, Xander Zane was none other than Nathan Hart, her absent husband whom she had only encountered on their marriage registration day. At the time of Nathan's birth, the Zane Corporation was mired in internal turmoil, and to protect the family's sole heir, they gave him two identities. While publicly known as Xander Zane, he went by his given name, Nathan, with his grandmother's surname, Hart, in his daily life, a fact only privy to the Zane family.

he finally completed with a rare smile. Zane’s eyes narrowed subtly even as he accepted the embrace. "The new line—what do you call it again?" Zane glanced over at the lanky old man who asked the question with an appreciative glint in his eyes. "TheraGene. It’s a multi-purpose gene therapy enhancement line. Suppressants, boosters, even mood regulators." "Brilliant," one investor breathed. "We’re going all in. West Group will be the face of bio-advancement this decade."

A flicker of doubt, a hint of uncertainty. "Zane, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "My wolf doesn't sit right on an issue," he replied, shifting uneasily on the bed. "And what would that be?" I asked, truly concerned about the state of his wolf. Zane paused for some seconds before turning to face me. "Xaren's powers were zapped and kept safe in the Aegis stone," he said, turning to face me. "Yes," I said impatiently, shifting on the bed. Where was he heading to?

Author's pov At the Locke estate, the same evening. Zane sat alone in his private study, the lights low and the room quiet. He opened the drawer and took out the DNA results that had arrived earlier. He hadn't looked at them right away. He waited until the house was silent and he was ready to face whatever the truth was. With trembling fingers, he tore open the envelope and unfolded the report. Flipping to the final page, his eyes scanned for the summary. His breath caught.

“Who is the man in this picture?” I swallowed hard, the anger draining out of me for a fraction of a second as a dull ache settled in my chest. “That’s my father,” I said softly. “He died when I was very young. My mom kept that picture everywhere we moved.” Zane looked down at the photograph for a long, quiet moment, his thumb tracing the burnt silver edge of the frame. Then, he looked up, his gaze sliding past me to land directly on Andrew. “And for the record,” Zane added, his voice completely deadpan and dripping with aristocratic disdain, “my hair is naturally ginger. I do not 'dye' it, you insecure little man.”

Victoria lifelessly sat in the middle of the courthouse as the judge recited everything except the fact that Xerxes told him not to say. It was about Zane’s real family, after he had revealed this, he had spoken to those who heard that they should not tell Zane or else they would be cursed and ruin everything, while he had locked this memory in Nicholas’s mind. That was also the reason why up until the next few months that Zane would return to her senses, he would not have any recollection about Xerxes saying that Zane’s family was dead and she was switched with the real Zane and the actual live Zaiah living the life she was supposed to somewhere.

Zane. Zane was the artist. He was the most dangerous-looking of the five. He had dark, messy hair and tattoos that covered his thick arms like snakes. He didn't care about suits or science. He cared about feelings, colors, and the raw beauty of the body. His studio was at the very end of the hall, and it was the only room that was always locked. That evening, the door was open.

Our eyes met, and his lips curled into a smirk like he knew exactly what I was thinking. And almost like he had a death wish, he raised it with slow triggering movement, maintaining eye contact with me as he dabbed at his dry neck. I gripped my fork hard enough that the handle bit into my palm. Xane set down his glass and smiled politely at my parents. “Would it be alright if I used your restroom?” “Of course,” Dad said. “Zoe, why don’t you take him?” Zoe perked up instantly. “Sure—” Mum shot her a knowing look. “And try to keep your little crush contained, hmm?”

“I wasn’t sure what was real. Your file was encrypted. The academy hid everything about you. And when I started digging, I found things that could get you killed.” “Like what?” Xander hesitated. “Like the bounty,” Damon answered cheerfully. Xander punched him so hard the monitor cracked. Zade’s knees nearly buckled. “Bounty?” he whispered, horrified. Damon wiped blood from his nose. “Oh yes. Quite a large one. Enough to fund a small army. Your bloodline carries rare genetic markers—instinct potential, pack-binding traits, pheromone strength they tried to erase from history.” Zade couldn’t speak.

Passing me an unflinching gaze, she said, “Not overconfident, Mr. Xander but I am confident about myself and my medical abilities.” So her words from that night were true. I thought Zara was able to get into Churchwill because of her looks and beauty but I was wrong. She is indeed a good doctor. I blinked my eyes, the moment I had Zara getting closer to me. She discussed with me, her voice low, “Xander, the gene therapy proposed by him definitely has a good potential. It's one of its kind gene therapy that can correct unmutated genes. This is worth investing in.”