Connor X Gavin Novels & Stories

Xavier: Rowan… the rogue who was not only kicked and shunned out but was also a traitor of a crime beyond comparison. It was a name that should have stayed buried in the past and yet, he was now walking free inside my territory, poisoning Valerie’s mind with half-truths and shadowed warnings. Hunter had already gone through every database we had, border records, rogue movements, financial trails. Rowan didn’t match any movements in the last year. I knew that he wasn’t around. I would have caught his scent if he was.

"Okay, okay." "I got Connor suspended from school." "What? How?" "Planted drugs on him and called the Dean. It was actually way too easy" "Drugs? Where did you get them from?" "You know Shree, Nick's wife? Well she has this guy named Richie who used to supply her with a few joints. Still does btw. I told Deirdre, their daughter, to copy the number for me and I'll get Gavin to buy her a bunch of flowers. Apparently she has a crush on him."

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

Connor frowns and locked gaze with Xander inside the packhouse. Play along! Xander commands him through mind-link. Xander, it’s a capital crime pretending to be the alpha prince! Connor argues. I permit you! I’d rather not! Connor declined. Xander sighed. Fine! Do as you please! “Alpha prince?” The man called still holding Connor’s hand in a handshake. Connor blinked and return his attention back to the man. “I’m alpha Derek” he touched another man standing by his left hand side. “This is my beta, Matt!”

Some brushed it away on the harshness of the overhead lights; others assumed it was the excitement of choosing his life mate; his Beta and Gamma knew the truth, though, and stood silently beside him in solidarity. "Arial O'Connor...Vengence pack, Narelle Cortez...Moon Valley pack, and Phoenix Grimmer...Howling warrior pack, if you would do me the honor of allowing me an hour each of your time, I would like to get to know you better, everyone else. Thank you for your time; please enjoy our hospitality for the night and catch up with friends. Thank you." Realizing that the bile was, in fact, going to exit his throat any second, Connor shoved the mic at the closest person he could see and bolte

“Let's talk.” I dried my eyes with my other palm and followed June and Evelyn to the three nights inn. It was less rowdy than the city. Today sucked. I finished my beer in a swig and took another mug. “Allow me to introduce my mate Gwen, his name is June.” She introduced the gentleman with a smile. He was tall, he had fair radiant skin, blue eyes and a pointy nose. He was a very handsome beta wolf. But I couldn't even pretend to be pleased. I was in a very terrible shape at the moment, and I didn't care to meet anyone new. “I'm Gwen.” I replied taking longer sips of alcohol. We were all silent, the atmosphere was awkward. I was still sober but I badly wished to get drunk. But what I saw was

As soon as we approached the large group of men, a very tall young man with messy blonde hair and a highly friendly smile separated himself from the team and walked directly toward us. "It is incredibly nice to finally meet you in person, Megan, because Connor has absolutely not stopped talking about you since yesterday afternoon," the friendly blonde man said happily, extending his large hand toward me. "My name is Liam Hayes, and I am the starting goalie for the team as well as Connor's best friend." "It is very nice to meet you too, Liam, and I am glad Connor has such a supportive friend on the roster," I replied politely, releasing Connor's hand briefly so I could shake Liam's hand in a

Nonetheless, I am waiting for his reaction when I finally apprehend him. Master Gao has been quite helpful. He has found a way of infiltrating Connor's camp and gathering Intel on him. The douchebag has no idea that most of his recruits are on our side. He has been training a group of Master Gao's students to become hunters as well. He did fly an advert on the dark web. What he does not know is the fact that Jeremy and I run that web. We are hackers after all.

Again, the image of my mate's wounds flashed in my mind, and I swallowed the snarl that bubbled up my throat. "—outdoor parties and, and, stuff, but the Pack Alpha usually leaves this place—" "So, Galway," I interrupted Connor mid-speech, and he whipped his head to look at me. "Sorry, what?" "Your name." Connor briefly looked at me in confusion before his eyes widened, and he chuckled. "Yeah... yeah, Galway. I know. Same surname as the Pack Alpha. He's my first cousin." That tracked. He kinda had the same shade of hair and eyes. "You're too energetic to be related to him."

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.”