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He placed a kiss on my temple and said, "No problem. I can't wait to introduce you to our pack." "Do they happen to like blonde ex-witches?" "They will learn to." Connor pulled up in front of his newly built home. It was a replica of the former destroyed by that demon. Connor climbed out and stretched yawning. As the sun descended, few streams of ray made the ends of mahogany hair shine like burnished copper. An excited breath caught in my throat, then my mouth watered. The pulse between my legs twitched awake. Was he purposely seducing me? "We seriously need to talk about me being the designated driver," he said, a small frown on his handsome face.

“My baby brother is getting married! Let’s go buy a ring fit for the future Mafia queen, with diamonds that sparkle like her dangerous allure.” *** After an unsettling conversation with Connor, Janet’s mind was filled with disturbing thoughts. To distract herself from the incessant voices in her head, she sought solace in the pages of a new novel. Lounging on the couch, she let her long legs dangle over the edge, engrossed in a new Mafia book about Cosa Nostra. Halfway through, she let out a groan of disappointment at the ending. She planned to toss the book onto the coffee table, but it slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor.

Connor POV - Despite their success in planting the false information to fool Luna Eleanor, Connor couldn’t help but grumble in his cell. It wasn’t the tender wounds still healing over his body, after Jacobs beat the crap out of him, or the burning silver in his system, that made his veins feel like lava. No, it was Daniel. The bastard had touched Inga. There was no way the touch was invited or wanted, and yet he had his hand on her throat, caressing below her lip. The cell had seemed small and uncomfortable before, but now it felt like a true prison. She was out there, somewhere in the packhouse, with that creep roaming around.

He didn't deserve to be Connor's father, no matter how much he cared. In the hushed confines of Connor's bedroom, I stood frozen in the shadows, my heart pounding in my chest like a runaway train. Franco peered around the corner of the door, his eyes scanning the room until they met Connor's. A radiant smile spread across Connor's face, his tiny hands reaching out towards Franco.

“Yeah, she is. And after Santana told her they were leaving, she reamed me out for refusing to include them in my life.” Priest chuckles. “Well, I can’t say that I don’t agree. Another thing you should know about Declan is that I was given leave by Jaxon Maxwell to invite Connor into the Confradia.” My mouth opens in surprise, but before I can respond, Priest continues. “Connor refused because he wants to take care of his sister. He also asked that I don’t tell Santana about the offer─ he was interested, though. I told him that the invitation is open indefinitely if he ever changes his mind.”

He was the someone on the other end. Connor's booted foot slammed into his back. He grunted and collapsed. The crack of bones sent a bolt of lightning through me and I stumbled in place. Raisa grabbed my wrist. "No," I heard her whisper quiet enough that only I could hear. "My lovely consorts," Connor announced in an exaggerated sigh, "have you ever seen a shifter with white hair before?" None of the girls answered, not even Raisa. His gold eyes flashed, and he roared, "Speak up!"

His orange hair is making him a ginger man again. Luckily, Connor doesn’t have many freckles on his face. Paul would surely makes fun of him. His collateral secretary is standing firm as he is snoring on the soft duvet. “Uhm!” Paul clears his throat, but he doesn’t come into his senses. A smug smirk is created on the lips of Paul when he grabs a thick novel book from the shelter of his mini library. He holds his head before aiming to drop it on the floor. Moreover, Connor speaks on his sleep. “Why can’t you love me?” he is crying when holding his hair. In a matter of seconds, he grabs the pillow then hugs it with his long fair legs. Paul sighed heavily and decided to put the book back in pla

After finishing chewing his food, he responded, "It's between us." The purple agent is not convinced by his lies. "Connor never let someone join him inside his bedroom—" he looks at the busy crowd while drinking some fresh melon juice, "—unless, it was Dylan before." When hearing the name of his friend, Paul chuckles with confidence. "Francisco, I am his secretary and it's normal for him if he wanted me to join inside—" "No. It was odd when I heard it. Especially from a person like you—" Francisco Beaumont's words are interrupted when someone speaks at their back. It was Connor Vozinelik who is holding his flute. "I don't know the two of you are that close from the past years?" he countered

"Connor, that hurts!" "So does your fucking around with dad!" He snaps, pulling me against him. "Do you have any idea how fucking stupid you are right now? He’s about to be a father again! Did you know that? His fiance is pregnant!" I remain silent as Connor speaks, not wanting to openly confirm that I did in fact know that Francine was pregnant, but Atlas was adamant that the child wasn’t his. I didn’t know what he had up his sleeve to try to prove she was lying, but I didn’t want to ruin it for him either.