Connor Unwind Novels & Stories

As I turned to head for the door, Dad's frantic voice rang out behind me, "Don't go, Dree!" Faye flinched when she heard him call me that. Her grip tightened on his arm, and the hatred in her eyes grew stronger. I got in my car and drove off. By the time I reached the outskirts of town, it was already 7:00 pm. My phone kept buzzing with calls and texts, but I ignored them on purpose. I opened the door, feeling exhausted. My uncle, Declan Lewis, was following a workout video in the living room. Dad's business wouldn't be where it was without Uncle Declan's support.

Moved seamlessly between his business instincts and my analytical breakdown. It was a united front. It was unstoppable. Connor was waiting outside the office when we finished, leaning against the wall with his phone in his hand. He had that specific expression that meant he was about to send a text message. I caught him mid-scroll. “What are you doing?” I asked. He grinned. “Texting Marcus. He's going to want to know that you two are actually kind of unstoppable together.” Christian emerged from his office, his arm sliding around my waist with easy possession. “Why would Marcus care about that?”

For me. Selfless bastard. "Do you know," growled Connor, "what happened after you plunged this damn thing into my f*cking spine?" I swallowed. "No." "I couldn't walk for an entire f*cking day. I couldn't stand! I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't f*ck! My consorts deserved a beating, but I couldn't even manage that." Connor's mouth was smiling, but he was anything but humorous, and his voice quavered with delirious anger. "That traitor doctor said I was lucky to have avoided being completely paralyzed. I thought it was so funny, you know, that I was almost taken down by a sliver of metal."

Dead silence invaded the air, for a while Dr Walker thought Connor has dropped the call. "Hello?" He asked uncertainly "Holly Shit!" Connor swore.

Connor responded proudly, earning an irritated frown from Nicholas. “I doubt that's anything to be proud of, Connor. Maybe it's time you also think of settling down with your one true love, Alora,” Nicholas mentioned and Connie scrunched his face in disgust. “Do not ever repeat that, Nicholas. I mean seriously, don't ever repeat that. It's disgusting,” Connor hissed, frowning his face in disgust, and Nicholas laughed at him.

By the end he had a raging headache, the surging metal blasting through his headphones combined with his racing thoughts didn't seem to pair up at all. Connor watched him a moment as he came to tap Koins shoulder, signaling the bell had rung "You...ok?" Koin took out the ear buds and gave a quick nod wiping sweat from his forehead. Connor sighed "Yeah, ok." he shrugged it off "Come on, Let's get going. I want to grab some beer on our way home, maybe we can talk the sirsen twins into a cozy little fire." he said hopefully.

Zane's POV The drive to Connor's dorm feels like it takes forever and no time at all. Connor is Warren's friend from his freshman year, a wolf who'd quietly distanced himself from pack politics after his own father was exiled for questioning Alpha authority. He lives off-campus now, in a building that houses mostly humans and a handful of wolves who prefer anonymity to pack community. It's the perfect place to hide. To regroup. To plan something that feels increasingly impossible with every passing second.

The stillness had an oppressive weight to it, a palpable tension that settled in his bones. Inside the warehouse, Marcus Delano awaited him, likely sweating through his expensive suit while clinging to the hope that he could somehow negotiate his way out of this. He had always been a survivor, a man who had spent his life striking the right deals and aligning with influential people—until tonight. Connor approached, phone pressed to his ear, wearing a mix of boredom and amusement. “Gwen’s tapped his burner. He has no backup, no last-minute saviors. Looks like he’s really that foolish.”

“I already have a plan. Just play along tomorrow and you will get ten million after this is done.” Connor tapped his chest confidently and said, “Mr. Stormbrew, don’t you worry. I will do my best to support you.” After hanging up the phone, Connor called his friend. “Hello? Let’s grab a beer at our usual place.” … Half an hour later, Connor finally met up with his friend, Jamire Ringstone! They sat down and had a couple of glasses before they started to blabber about nonsense. Then, Connor mentioned what happened earlier today. “Jamire, I bet you’ve seen a lot of powerful men after staying in Sumeria for so long.”

Revenge for what he’d never know. Back in his cabin, Connor threw his glass of whiskey against the wall. He was fuming, to say the least. “How the hell does this keep happening?” he said to himself. Hands in his hair. Pacing back and forth. “He always has one up on me and I can never seem to overpower his pack. They’re not machines. There has to be a weakness there. I just need to find out what it is so that I can exploit it.” Connor sat back down at his desk, pulled out a new glass from his desk drawer, and poured himself another glass of whiskey. He had to because he was close to ripping his cabin apart he was so angry.