Connor X Markus Novels & Stories

“You’re going to make everyone cry.” “Maybe,” I said, feeling a warm flutter in my chest. Then I heard his voice. Across the parking lot, Connor leaned against his car, backpack slung over one shoulder, smiling like the world belonged to him — or maybe like I belonged to him . “Hey, Sparrow!” he called. Chelsea and Laila stopped in mid-step, eyebrows raised. “Sparrow?” Chelsea whispered. “It’s… a thing,” I muttered, cheeks heating. Connor waved, grinning. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

Connor. I glanced at the screen expecting a report about Alicia but the message made me stop cold. Marcus is in emergency care. Collapsed an hour ago in New York. For a heartbeat I couldn't move. Adriana turned from the window. "What is it?" I read it again, the words stark against the light. "It's Connor," I said slowly. "Marcus collapsed. He's in the hospital." Her eyes widened. "Do you think this is connected to Alicia?" I didn't know. But Alicia's parting words echoed faintly in my head, something about the cost of loyalty and how men like Enzo always pay first. Which meant everyone around him would pay next.

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.”

At my coming-of-age ceremony, I was supposed to accept the Chosen Mate Mark from my childhood sweetheart, the pack healer, Rowan. We were supposed to be bonded for life. But then Caleb, our Alpha, stepped in. In front of everyone, he pulled me into his arms—an irresistible force, a suffocating tenderness. He claimed it was a Fated Mate bond, that his wolf had lost control. He forcibly marked me. After crying all night, I had no choice but to accept it. I became the pack’s Luna. Everyone thought Caleb and his wolf were possessive. Insane for me. Then, two years into our bond, I finally got pregnant with his pup. That’s when he cupped my face, his eyes red-rimmed and gentle. He forced me onto

In my previous life, To help my sterile Alpha mate Marcus Blackwood conceive an heir, I had used many hormone injections and finally gave birth to a weak pup Connor. But Marcus considered Connor and me a shame. He even locked my son alone in the drafty woodshed until he starved to death. Later, he held his mistress Scarlett's pup and rewarded Scarlett with a new Porsche. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at our engagement party. Marcus publicly took Scarlett's hand in front of everyone. "I’m breaking off my engagement with Hazel Whitmore! She is just a foolish she-wolf who can only birth idiots! Scarlett is the one I love!"

I leaned in close, using the glass like a mirror and tilted my head. There it was.. a small fresh mark on the lower side of my neck, right where it met my shoulder. It looked like a bite but deeper and more permanent.. a mate mark?! My eyes went wide. What the actual heck? That stranger from the woods last night... he hadn’t just kissed my neck and given me those little nips while he was fucking me. He’d marked me..! Like, for real. Claimed me without even asking! I stared at my reflection, mouth open. My hands started shaking. This couldn’t be happening. I was just some nobody Omega who snuck off for one wild moment. And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it.

She moved to call his name— But Connor beat her to it, hand snapping back over her mouth. His voice slid into her ear like ice. "See the woman across from him? That's Yvette Camorra—the Camorra heir right here in Khelmark. Now THAT'S a match. Her family's been chasing this alliance forever. Your little shotgun wedding? Drove her nuts... Didn't Lucian mention he was meeting her today?" Zoe froze. It felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice down her spine. Her fight slowed... then stopped. Connor felt it and loosened his grip, pressing harder.

“You think I’m just going to sit here and pretend this is fine? They’re not regular guys. Marcus has money, connections, and a temper that doesn’t quit. I’ve watched him ruin people for less. We just embarrassed him in front of Tyler and the elders. He won’t let that slide. We need to think this through. Pull over somewhere safe and figure out a real plan instead of driving fucking blind.” He stays quiet for a second, letting me rant while the morning lights streak past the windows. I keep going because stopping feels worse. “I’m serious, Connor. This isn’t some fucking movie. My father plays dirty. He’ll call in favors. And Tyler… God, Tyler’s probably losing his mind right now too. This is

It wasn’t divine. It was something in between. The crack in the earth widened, swallowing roots, stones, chunks of soil. Wolves backed away in panic. Lyra tried to reach them, but the ground between them split open, forcing her back. Kilian held Nova as the light built to a blinding peak— And then it stopped. Just… stopped. Nova collapsed into his chest, trembling violently, the Mark dimming to a cold shimmer. Kilian pressed his forehead to hers, breath shuddering. “I’ve got you. Come back to me.”

With a satisfied growl I lifted her from the floor and carried her towards our bed. With our clothes out of the way my gaze lingered on her bare neck and leaned in sinking my fangs into her neck marking her as my mate. Axel had to mark Ember as his mate and the mating ceremony would be complete. She gasped at the pain but soon relaxed when I licked and nipped at her flesh and she closed her eyes savoring it. When I finished licking her blood from my mouth I straddled her hips, placing kisses all over her pale pink cheeks and forehead.