Ironmouse X Connor Novels & Stories

I do as he says, and he lifts up my shirt. He erupts into a growl, and whips me back around. "Who did it?" My eyes flick to Xaviar who is passed out on the floor. Connor begins to sprout hair, and grow his claws, proving just how close his wolf is to having full control. "Connor." He turns to look at me, halfway to the almost dead man on the floor. "Take me home." Connor immediately goes back to normal, his eyes hold sadness and he rushes to hold me, careful of the burn this time.

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

“Ingrid? I asked what the hell you doing down here?” I snatched the diaries and shoved them behind me— but it wae too late. His keen gaze locked onto the leather cover. “Planning something with the prisoner?” he asked coolly. Hector straightened. “Back off, Connor. She’s trying to help me so it's none of your business.” Connor’s jaw flexed. “Help how?” My wolf whined at his tone. She always got nervous whenever he was around but I always tried to ignore it. Even now, his presence made me feel like my skin was getting hotter but every instinct screamed caution. Still—this was Connor. Loyal to the core. Maybe… maybe we could use him.

Carmen says, her laugh light but triumphant. I sink into the nearest chair, gripping the phone as if holding it tighter could pull them closer. My heart is still racing, my stomach is in knots, but a small spark of pride flashes through the fear. They’ve handled trained adults before, but to hear them say this, to know they’ve taken control, it’s both terrifying and relieving. “They… they handled them?” I whisper, almost disbelieving. “Yes, Mommy. We tied them up. Owen, Sean… even Roman. We kicked their butts,” Connor says proudly. Logan curses softly under his breath, his hand gripping mine tighter. His eyes are sharp, calculating, impressed despite the danger we just avoided.

Xavier who was the quiet of us all was my Delta the third in command while Connor was the second in command. “She isn't a rogue.” I ground out. “She has a pack infact she belongs to the Silver Claw Pack that was where I met her.” I turned to face Connor. “I met her at the club, the one you asked me to go to.” His mouth fell opened,he wanted to say something but I beat him to it. “You should trust my judgement Connor.” With that everyone continued eating I could feel the pang of guilt coming from Connor,I could feel it through the pack bond.

I cried, tears streaming down my face. I grabbed at my hair and tried to push Connor's hand away, but it was futile against his supernatural strength. Connor secured me to a metal beam, leaving me defenseless as he slowly approached with a silver-edged blade that would cause maximum pain to my weakened wolf.

I can feel both of them fighting hard. ‘Wendy, you aren’t beside me. Are you near Connor or Yorick?’ I look around, not seeing my family, but seeing Kier close by. ‘I see Beta Kier.’ ‘Stay close to him,’ Connor says, just as I hear his wolf, Bosche, yelp then snarl. The mind link snaps closed as Connor focuses on his fight.

Connor's hand wraps tight around his throat, muscles corded with power as he holds my ex there like he weighs nothing. Tyler's face turns purple, hands clawing uselessly at Connor's wrist, gasping for air that won't come. Connor's voice drops low, lethal, sending my heart racing into overdrive. "I've been dying to kill you, bastard Tyler Bennett." He growled and I stumbled back to steps, that was when my gaze traveled down to his fingers, they were pure midnight silver. No fucking way.

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.

But the wall they're bolted to is older, crumbling concrete. He pulls. The silver burns, but he ignores it. Pulls harder. The bolt loosens fractionally. This is going to destroy his wrists. Probably permanent damage. But if it saves Amara, it's worth it. Connor pulls with everything he has. His wolf's strength, his desperation, his love for his mate. The bolt shifts. Concrete cracks. One more pull. The bolt tears free. Connor's left wrist is destroyed, bone visible through burned flesh. But he's partially free.