Erma X Connor Novels & Stories

he said, walking around. I became uncomfortable in his presence. Why was he walking around? Did Damian send him to spy on me? I turned to the mirror immediately to check my appearance. I was still looking like Anne. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked him. "I'm sorry I was not able to introduce myself earlier. My name is Connor and I am the Delta of this pack," he stretched forth his hand for a handshake. I wrapped my arms around my chest, showing him I was not interested in getting to know him. But I had forgotten that the nightwear I wore was a little thin and as I wrapped my arms, it made my nipples harden.

I asked. She shook her head no. "Kieran and Alaric have always been close, like brothers. But our father and Connors father were old friends, and Connors father was our dad's Beta before he died. So Connor was an heir in a way. I was much younger than Connor and Kieran and also human, so it was Connor who first sensed the mating bond. I was just 15 at the time," Esme took a pause as she steadied her breathing and blinked away the tears that had gathered in her eyes before they dropped.

Aleja apologizes sincerely and walks out of the room with Ameira. As they finally left the ward, Ameira ripped off her forearm under Aleja's grip. Moving away, he let out a deep sigh. Ameira started walking away from him, which made Aleja ask, "Where are you going? Hey! Ameira!” he yelled calling her. When he was about to follow her Kendrick appeared calling him, “Bro, where the hell have you been? I almost searched the whole building looking for you. The board members are waiting for you in the conference room, let’s go.” Aleja only looked at him and back to where Ameira was walking through and shook his head and sighed. “Nothing. Let’s go. "

I replied, keeping my tone brisk as I walked to the table and took a seat, “What can I do for you? I assume this is about the Newman merger.” Sam chuckled, a low, humorless sound, and leaned casually against the edge of the table, “Always so professional, aren’t you?” I ignored the comment, folding my hands on the table, “If this isn’t about business, then I’m not sure why I’m here.” His dark eyes locked onto mine, intense and unyielding, “It’s about you, Emma.” My stomach twisted, but I kept my expression neutral, “I don’t think that’s appropriate Mr. Newman.”

“You even dare come back after running away?. And you think you can bring some stranger’s pups here? They smell like trouble and you also smell like trouble.” “Quiet,” Damon snapped at her. His voice bore the Alpha power that shut her mouth fast. His eyes were locked on me the whole time. I felt the mate bond glared between us, like a small flame that refused to die. It was burning hard in my chest, but it also pulled at me in ways I did not want to feel. Damon was blinking, his gaze fixed on me carefully. He noticed that I had a stronger energy the way I stood tall now, and the power that rolled off me and the twin

"She’s not even fighting back." "She knows she can’t win," Connor added, a smirk playing on his lips. "Please," Elena gasped, her voice barely a whisper. She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for. Mercy? A chance to explain? Harris laughed. "Hear that? She’s already begging." "Should’ve thought of that before sneaking food like some starving stray," Emerson said coldly. "That’s exactly what she is," Connor sneered. "A worthless, starving stray."

"Yeah, brother, Adam will pull through. He's just come out of surgery; as soon as he's good to travel, we'll be heading to the Wild West. How is the Prez?" Eric looked around at the men and women openly staring at him, and he lowered his voice, "Things are weird here man, I'm not familiar with wolf pack politics, but something big is happening, I can feel it, and the wolves have their eyes on me." In a louder voice, he carried on, "Narelle took Aimee off to their clinic, and you'll never guess who's here Ratchet, Connor Salvatore. He was the one who carried Aimee off somewhere."

"I made a deal with B—” Connor paused, swallowed his words, and changed his tone. "I agreed to two conditions from Mable." He did not mention Blair. The public was unaware that Blair was still alive. Since Blair did not want to reveal his existence yet, Connor would act as if he did not know anything. He had not forgotten that Rory was still trying to deal with the X. Who knew what he might do if he knew Blair was still alive? "What conditions?" Jeremiah asked. "The first one is to sever my father-daughter relationship with her."

I heard sniffles; some of them might have been crying. Connor showed no hint of remorse. I doubted he had a single fiber of it in his body. He blinked as a trail of blood made a thin streak down his temple. "None of you want to see this traitor's true identity? You don't want to know if he is the enemy I have been chasing for the past decade?" Connor took two storming strides toward Raisa, who merely lifted her chin in faint disgust when he stopped with two inches between their faces. "You don't want to watch me break him? If you do, I would consider your proposal."

Now, if I have not known him for as long as my Demon years, I would, at this point, have slapped that charm right off his face. So after his elegant entrance, I can see by his relaxed calmness that every single Ripper has met their fate. Still captivated by this god of a man, my beloved whispers under very shaky breaths. "Who are you?" After being satisfied that he is still very much a charm around the ladies, he hands Mirabelle over to me. "The name is Connor from the Crimson Shadow Pack."