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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."

“You have talent. Don’t let carelessness take it away from you.” Before Zayne could respond, the door opened again. “Yo.” Connor stepped in, relaxed as ever, glancing between the two of them. He gave a small nod of acknowledgment to the game master, who returned it briefly before stepping out. The door shut. Connor raised a brow, leaning against the locker beside Zayne. “That looked serious.” Zayne exhaled, grabbing his towel and wiping the back of his neck. “Same old talk. Grades are slipping. If I don’t fix it, I’m off the team.”

Slowly, I stand up and come out of my hiding. When Connor spots me, he points his gun at me. “ I can see you didn't die huh even after my careful planning. That bastard is as useless as his dick!” He growls. “ Even the heavens took pity on me. How could I die when I didn't offend anyone?” I counter, my face composed. Connor snorts. “ Who do you think you are fooling? Aren't you the one who led your team to exterminate my family after getting paid?” He accuses, eyes blaring with fury.

We clattered out of the locker room like a storm of blades on concrete, shoulders bumping, laughter and trash talk already beginning as we filed toward the rink tunnel. But just as we hit the hallway, Coach paused and threw us a glance over his shoulder. "Oh—and one more thing." His voice dipped low. "Liam Connor quit too. He won’t be rejoining us this semester." Liam? I frowned, turning to the guy beside me. "Who the hell is Liam?" The guy scratched his head, adjusting his gloves. "Pretty sure he was Matt’s rookie last year? Freshman kid. He was real quiet." My frown deepened. A rookie quitting already? That was odd.

I had him listed as a possible new recruit when he turns twenty-one but if he keeps eyeing my mate, I’ll send him to the Forbidden Forest before he lifts another weight. “Handing an overheated Omega some water?” Connor mutters. I glance to my right to see him holding a tablet in his hand, a look of confusion on his face. He’s watching Luca as he laughs at something Faythe has said before jogging back to his sparring partner; he’s lucky he’s walking away before Ahser realises another male was so close to our mate.

They quickly look around at each other and they give each other knowing looks. “You’ve been outvoted. He’s joining us”, Michelle says proudly. “Firstly, what’s your name and what is your link to Mr. Strongheart”. He pulls up to the seat next to me and starts addressing the group. “My name is Connor, and I work in his security team. My specialty is surveillance and intelligence, so I scope out and gather information to ensure the safety of the team”. Kimberly and Michelle are currently swooning over his words and batting their eyelashes for attention. Willow seems to be deep in thought and analysing his words.

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."

Everything just felt right. ⸻ After school, the campus started to empty. The sun was low, painting everything in gold. I walked toward the gate, my backpack heavy but my heart light — at least until I heard laughter echoing from the gym parking lot. Connor. He was there with Liam, Ethan. They were leaning against Liam’s car, tossing a football between them, their voices easy and loud. I froze halfway across the lot, watching. Liam threw the ball, missing on purpose so it hit Connor in the chest. “So, when’s the next bonfire, lover boy?”

“If it isn’t Claremont’s golden boy.” I didn’t slow my pace. I had zero fucking interest in this conversation. But Connor stepped into my path, forcing me to stop. He smirked. “Looking forward to the match?” I stared at him. “You lost last year. You’ll lose this year.” One of his teammates laughed. “Cocky, isn’t he?” Connor’s smirk widened. “You’re good, Russo. But I wonder how good you’ll be when it actually matters.” I clenched my jaw.

His shoulders relax, and he nods. I reply to Connor. -Nora: I’m in. -Connor: Can’t wait. See you at 11? -Nora: Deal. -Connor: Wear something nice. I smile at my phone. Connor’s one of the best-looking guys at school—rugby player, built like a tank, with a face to match. We've never kissed, but I wouldn’t mind changing that. I look at the selfie next to his number. Cute. My eyes wander to the math book lying in the kitchen. I wonder, would Mr. Adkins have a selfie on his W******p? Doesn’t seem like the type, but... I’m curious.