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“My name is Connor Zeller. I'm sure you've heard of Master Aiden Zeller, the great ethereal shaman, right? I'm his successor! How dare you call me a fraud? Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?” Connor responded with a smile, unfazed. “Besides, the truth is clear to everyone here. Even if you beat me up, the people have already seen the facts!” The crowd seized the moment, and began shouting. “What’s this? Is the Sleepless City crew trying to use force to hide the truth?”

A couple of the warriors hesitated, but more pushed ahead, their eyes locked to him, filled with a bloodlust Luna Eleanor had inspired. Fighting wasn’t Connor’s forte. He was a wolf that used his charm to weave close to the enemy before striking them unaware. However, he had trained all his life. He was nimble and determined and he wasn't about to let some mere pups take him down. He wasn’t a wolf they should underestimate, but the way the warriors allowed one to push ahead of the others suggested they didn’t know who he was. Staying light on his paws, he waited as the wolf raced forward, past his peers, eager to be the one to take the first kill.

I turned to see Connor sitting on the chair in the corner of my room watching me and he said, "I am not rejecting you and I won't accept your rejection, so put that out your pretty little head, mate." Connor got up and walked over to me, he was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with a necklace around his neck showing he was T.J.'s Gamma. He wore black jeans and boots, had the club ring on his hand and a tattoo on his neck, and was blonde with blue eyes and dimples when he smiled. He was around 6'0 feet with a muscular build but not buffed muscular, his scent was of wood and rain, like in the forest. He looked into my eyes and said, "So, what's it going to be, mate," and I backed away, his gaze

My cheek to his chest, Neo taking off his leather jacket and covering me with it, we head back to the house. Except the one heading back to the house is a new River. With a wolf. With three mates. And with the mercy of the Goddess behind me. Xxxxxxxx “What did you do today?” “Settled some issues at the club”, Connor mumbles. “Can I come with you tomorrow?” His silence drags like the water flowing between us. His huge hands grabbing both my butt cheeks, his face is buried in the crook of my neck and I hug him enough to feel his warmth but still very aware that he’s tense around me.

According to his logic, if his brain always studies what it doesn't know, how many deadly skills does his body hide from the world? "If that pup hadn't used a cheating claw to slide his Tens, your own cards would have naturally run higher than his deck, Ava," Connor rumbles, his arms tightening around my white wrap until my chest fills with his scent. "So your she-wolf is still the true winner of the ridge."

After lunch at the castle, they would go to the hotel where Connor was staying to collect his things before heading to the airport, where his private jet awaited to take them to his country. He hadn’t yet informed his family that he had found his mate, but given the situation, he preferred to surprise them once they arrived at Redwood Wolves. He was aware that this would bring some negative consequences to his pack and to the deal his late father made with the council, but he preferred not to think about that right now and focus on what was really important: his mate. At 32 years old, Connor had resigned himself to never finding his destined mate, but the moon had given him an opportunity he

“I see them, don’t worry, we have a reception committee waiting for them at the Reiver border, we will out -number them and out-muscle them if we have to.” Brother Andrew just nodded nervously, he would rather it didn’t come to a fight, the Templars had been a peaceful pack for hundreds of years and that was something he didn’t want to change, the Reivers were a different matter however. ”Thank you, I have every faith in you. We owe Alpha Armstrong a great debt for the Reiver’s help in this operation. What’s your name son?” “My name is Camron Kerr, those are my Clansmen driving the other cars and we will do our best to get you on to Reiver territory in one piece I promise.”

“Too late. You’re smiling at your phone like you’re in a N*****x rom-com.” “I’m blocking you.” “Mhm. Sure. You adding him back or what?” I tap accept before I can overthink it. “There. Happy?” “Very.” She stretches and hops off the bed. “Alright, I’m brushing my teeth before I pass out. Try not to fall in love before midnight.” “No promises,” I mutter. “MAXIME.” She leaves laughing while I sit there staring at my phone like an idiot. A second later, Connor posts a story—shirtless locker room selfie, damp hair, cocky grin. Of course he does.

“Maddox! Save it for the other team!” I circled back, breathing hard. Across the glass, I caught sight of Connie in the stands. She was sitting with Hori, cheering when our side scored, but her smile looked brittle up close. She waved when she saw me looking. I lifted my stick in acknowledgment, but my gut twisted. Something was wrong, really wrong. After practice, I caught her in the tunnel leading back to the locker rooms. The rest of the team was still on the ice doing cooldowns. Roderigo lingered near the boards, talking to Caroline.

Connor said heavily "No I'm sorry I was jealous, I won't do this again " Carrissa begged saying anything to make Connor stop them from taking her "She has a date with the cell rats, take her along quickly, you wouldn't want to keep them waiting will you?." Connor said grimly.