Ironmouse X Connor Mga Nobela at Kwento

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Always glared with that grumpy face but she finally mustered up the courage today and she wasn't going to back out now. "What info?" Connie asked, garnering her attention. "I want to know who was hired in the mansion in the last two years. Don't leave anyone," She said. "You think traitors are piling up for the last two years?" "Just a hypothesis." She mumbled. "I'll get it for you." Connie said. "You're too trusting man. Who the f*ck enrolled you in the top ten guards squad?" "Prince did." Connie mocked. "You both are from the top ten guards squad?"

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

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 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.

That’s when the front door crashes open. Connor walks in like he owns the place. His shoulders fill the doorway. His eyes scan the room once and lock on Tyler’s hand around my throat. Everything in his face changes. The quiet authority I felt earlier slams into the room full force. My wolf howls in response, loud and clear this time. “Get your fucking hands off her,”

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.

“Connor Leroy.” The voice was smooth. Too smooth. I turned just in time to see him approaching. Fake smile in place. Perfect posture. Dangerous eyes. My stomach sank slightly. Of course he knows him. Connor didn’t even flinch. He just smiled wider, like this was a game he was already enjoying. “Xavier Lockwood,” he replied. Before I could stop him, Connor stepped slightly closer to me and casually draped an arm around my shoulders. Not possessive. Just… intentional.