Romans & histoires Zander Tate

Sasha parked the car and entered the house only to find Jax taking some snacks to Henry's office. He paused for a second and glanced at her. "There is a famous YouTuber here to meet Gramdmaster. Come quickly inside." "YouTuber." "Yes. Zander. He is famous for exposing many shamans. The grandmaster is already shaking while sitting on his chair." "What...Zander...?" She was standing stunned at her place. She was scared to let him find out about her.

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

Hope Zade and his brother are in my next class too. Now that I don’t have a huge masculine distraction, I can pay attention to my surroundings. This teacher also introduces me but does not make me talk about myself. This class is pretty laid back. The teacher says she doesn’t have everything together yet for this semester and that we can use it as a study hall for today. Since we just came from break, everyone decides to just talk. I figure I will use this opportunity to meet Zade’s brother, since I really wasn’t paying attention last period. His name is Zander.

Zander was one of my… let's say… he is just someone who is here to keep me going when I needed to be with the other sex. I mean, I'm bisexual and… I do have needs for a guy a little more often than a girl. So… since I couldn't date them publicly, I could have some privately. That's where Zander comes in. Zander is of the Drume’s bloodline. The Drumes bloodline are known for keeping secrets. Drumes would die protecting your secrets. So… I had little to worry about Zander spilling anything. I turned my head towards him, with a small smile on my face. “Yes, he is gone. For now.”

I shushed her, looking to see if Zander heard anything. Zander was walking away from where he had been standing. It was almost like he knew he had more spectators joining. "Well, I can't say I blame you," she sighed, fanning herself. "that man is a work of art." In me, Tahila growled possessively and I had to take a few breaths to calm her down before she starts going on a rampage.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Matt made eye contact with him, pale and sweaty, he glared at Zander with as much hatred as he could. They haven't even begun and he's throwing glares. Swiping at the remaining of his shirt, Zander tore it away from his top body, not wanting anything to stand in the way of the next process, he'd be lucky if He didn't get to his back, that is if he died in this process of course. "You can't heal flesh if you don't have any." He said darkly, humour thick in his wild-like voice. The beast enjoyed this.

A sad, glittery banner declared “Class of 2015 – A Decade of Destiny!” I was nursing a warm, shitty beer, trying to look politely interested as Stacy Miller recounted her third kid’s potty-training saga, when I felt it. A shift in the atmosphere. A prickle on the back of my neck that had nothing to do with the shitty AC. I turned. And there he was. Leaning against the bleachers like he owned the fucking place. Zack. He’d filled out since he was eighteen. The lanky frame was now solid, a wall of muscle under a simple black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the intricate tattoos that snaked up his forearms.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

The Nightshade Tattoo Studio was still open, though Henry rarely handled the machines himself anymore unless I wanted a tattoo. But now, I dared not ask. Because… “Daddy! Tail! I want a tail too!” A little bundle in overalls clung to Henry’s leg, calling out in a high, childish voice. Oliver Kane was perfectly sculpted, with eyes like mine, but when angry, his pupils turned the same dark gold as Henry’s. Henry sighed and scooped Oliver up, cradling him in his arms. “No tails outside.” “Why not?” “Because it would scare Mommy.”