Novel & Cerita Connor X Evan

I turned to Connor with an apologetic look. “Sorry. She’s… not usually like this.” “I don’t mind,” he said calmly. “She’s interesting.” “Interesting is not the word I would use.” He chuckled lightly. Then his expression shifted slightly as he looked at me more carefully. “So,” he said. “You and Xavier. It’s real?” My chest tightened. I hesitated. Then nodded. “Yes.” I barely finished speaking before the atmosphere shifted. Cold. Familiar. Xavier. “Connor Leroy.”

Connor finished the last drops of his chamomile tea, set his empty ceramic mug onto the wooden table, and looked directly into my eyes with a very serious expression on his handsome face. "Because Caleb is going to be watching us incredibly closely after the massive humiliation he suffered tonight, we absolutely need to spend our entire Sunday together so our relationship looks entirely genuine," Connor explained seriously, leaning his broad shoulders forward across the small table. "Will you come to my private college dorm room tomorrow morning so we can study together for our upcoming classes?"

Jen sat down and clenched her hands in her lap. “Have I done something wrong?” “You will have to speak out loud Jen, we are not all from the same pack here, but in answer to your question no, you haven’t done anything wrong.” Brother Andrew looked at Jen with kind eyes, she still looked tired and he knew Greta must still be suffering greatly. He introduced her to the assembled Reivers, Jen recognised Annie and Hugh, she had seen them going in and out of the Chapel. The big blonde wolf was Pete MacGregor, she had seen him with a human woman and what she presumed was their son going to the nursery. The big dark haired wolf was called Camron, she had never seen him before so Brother Andrew info

A second later, pain shot through his forearm before Connor flung him aside, snarling, "Get out of my way!" A sheen of cold sweat formed on Joseph's forehead. "Please calm down." Evan shot Joseph several vicious glares before planting himself in front of Connor. He looked into Connor's eyes and tried to steady him. "Connor." The fire in Connor's eyes didn't fade. "You move too, Evan." Evan said in a low voice, "You and Phoebe are divorced." All of Connor's fury was snuffed out like a bucket of cold water. His lips pressed into a hard line, and the hands hanging at his sides curled into fists so tight that his knuckles turned white.

"Connor put his hands on her skin, and he needs to pay for that mistake." "Connor is just a normal college kid who stepped in to stop a fight," Evan reasoned with me, although he struggled to keep my thrashing arms pinned to the carpet. "He does not know about our kind, and he does not know Jaslyn is your mate. He was just trying to be a good person, so you cannot go out there and murder him for being polite." "I do not care about his intentions," I argued through the pain. "He has no right to stand that close to her, and he has no right to touch her shoulder. I have to get out there."

Connor gives me a bewildered look and gazes back out the window in disbelief. “Who is Declan, Connor? Eddie Morano is a crazy asshole that everyone is scared of. How is it that this man comes along with a million-dollar car and kicks his ass without breaking a sweat? This is crazy.” I reply, holding my hands up in surrender. Connor shrugs his shoulders with a puzzled frown. “I asked him, but he wouldn’t answer. I mean, he had a military jacket in his file, which means he’s trained to kill people. Right?”

Ever. Thick eyebrows and unruly lashes framed his chocolate brown eyes, which twinkled with amusement as he looked down at me – because yet again, they were all freaking massive, and my 5’9” height was small compared to them. His dark hair was cut low, close to his scalp, and his high cheekbones and square chin were covered in the stubble of a neatly trimmed, full beard. I wondered if it would tickle or irritate my skin as it rasped against me? His skin was a lovely shade of reddish-brown—burnt cinnamon—and altogether beautiful. He seemed like he didn’t want to be touched when we first met, but skin like that just didn’t go untouched. Wide shoulders and a broad chest strained against the t-s

Evie said, feeling a little bit better, “Hey, I also wanted to ask… have you heard anything about Connor?” Hailey paused, “Connor? Who's Connor?” “Have you forgotten Connor?” Evie asked, “Connor Perkins.” “Connor Perkins, Connor Perkins,” Hailey repeated the name trying the remember, then she gasped in realization, her eyes widening, “You mean Connor? THAT Connor? Connor freaking Perkins? Ethan's…?” “Yes,” Evie confirmed, “Him.” “Girl, I don't wanna talk about him,” Hailey said, getting to her feet, “Even his name gives me chills,” She hunched her shoulders, “I thought we all agreed not to talk about him. Why do you ask?”

The little fuck released her hand and glowered at me when I stepped closer. "Who is this person Danielle?" She looked at me as she stood and came over to my side. "This is Connor Robert." "Him? That's who you think you're going to marry? Your father will never allow you to marry this...this person." Twenty-five to life that's all I thought when I looked at him, so I tamped down on the anger and ignored his dumb ass. As long as he wasn't touching her anymore, the fucker could live. "I'll watch where I put my hands next time, boy. I'm not too jazzed about motherfuckers touching what's mine. This is your one and only warning."

"Whatever. Let's go find Evan. He probably left without us." While we walked to Evan's locker together, we talked about various things. Connor learned I play guitar and I taught him the chords. It was kind of fun having someone listen to me play. When we finally did find Evan, we told him about our plans for the day. Apparently, he had nothing planned because he didn't even bring any homework with him. After spending some time chatting with Evan, Connor and I decided to leave.