Novel & Cerita Connor Unwind

Even virtually, doing our traditional Sunday flow together felt like a warm, protective shield against the chaos of campus life. ​"Alright, let's take a deep breath in," Mom's voice echoed through the speaker, crisp and deeply comforting. "And exhale. Now, Kelsey Elora... spill. I know that tight alignment anywhere. You're holding tension in your lower back, which means your brain is spiraling. What happened with Malik?" ​I let out a breathless laugh, shifting my weight into a low lunge. I hadn't been able to hide anything from her since I was seven years old.

Enter Fuck Buddy #5, who was due to come over that night. With the last pile of laundry folded, I decide to slip into a brand-new set of lace underwear I had recently acquired. Just then, a knock at the door interrupts me. Through the window, I spot Connor. He's a straight-A student and the captain of the UP men's soccer team, a compact bundle of energy. "Hey, Connor."

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.