Novel & Cerita Ironmouse X Connor

At this point, Edward discovered whether he had the ‘fight or flight’ gene, it turned out he had the ‘flight’, fear took over and he tried to run but as he turned another big fucker in nothing but shorts appeared behind him and held him in place with a strength Edward had never felt. Knox stalked forward and sniffed the fear emanating from Addison, taking pleasure in instilling the same fear in him as Addison’s men had in Annie, he pressed his growling snout into Addison’s face, making sure to drool on him for good measure. “We are Wolves, we are hidden, but we are here.” growled Knox, elated that Addison was literally shitting himself. “Turn him round.” Hugh said to Lennox through the mind

"Despite what you may think, you will be safe in this room with Lance and the heads of the covens." "Thank you," I replied, bracing myself for what I may see or who I may encounter. When he opened the door, a beautiful man with dark brown hair and piercing green eyes stood at the head of an oval table, all filled with beautiful people, too. Silence fell over the room as all eyes fell on me. "Please pardon the interruption, Mr. Steel," Kellen announced. It was clear that a level of formality was expected. "This is Kalyssa Carran of the Diamond Pack. She is Xander and Elias's Mate."

The majority of the group steps back to give us room, and the three men push their way to the front. "Phillip." Thomas points towards a tall guy, decent looking, with light blonde hair and blue eyes. He was pretty muscular and stood tall and proud. His eyes flick over me, sizing me up. I start kicking my shoes off as I take in the next man Thomas points towards. "Damien." He's shorter than Phillip, but still at least five eleven and with wide shoulders and big hands. His hair was black and styled back in a messy swoop. He had piercing dark grey eyes. I bet girls melted over him. "And finally, our most promising new wolf, Connor." Connor is the only one who smiles at me. He's tall and a littl

A sneer formed on his face as he looked at Ivan with a hate filled gaze. Marcus motioned to the elite team. The warriors of the Nimbria Pack quickly surrounded Ivan. They moved with precision, blocking all exits, aware that Ivan was not a werewolf to be underestimated. "We meet again, Ivan," Connor said as he stepped forward, his gaze sharpening like a promise to tear Ivan apart. "I hope you're not too surprised." Ivan's mouth remained tightly shut. He could already guess Connor's intentions. He had suspected and somewhat understood that Connor had a personal grudge against him. But he had never expected Connor to act so quickly.

His facial expression seemed to say a lot, but in the end, Tania didn’t understand any of it and was impatient. “And you are?” She asked. She knew he was a pack leader from his aura, but she was not sure which of them he was. “Ah, sorry, I am the pack’s gamma, Connor.” Connor introduced himself very respectfully which surprised the patrol guard. Other than the fact that this woman was an alliance mate, was she related to an important person? He wondered as he took a thorough glance at Tania who had opened the door by now and was stepping out. The moment she stood, the men were surprised at the length of her heels which brought her to the same height as they.

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. Connor watched, taking a centering breath, his muscles winding with tension. The moment the wolf lunged, his paws leaving the floor, Connor moved. He darted forward, his speed taking the wolf by surprise. He ducked under its outstretched claws, then reared up, forcing his shoulder into its throat. Something cracked under the force, a sickening snap crunching beside his ear. Blood sprayed from the wolf's snout, a river that bubbled as panic embedded in the dying warrior's chest. The fur of Connor's back was coated, his victory guaranteed in mere seconds.

he said. I heard the smile in his voice as he leaned over my shoulder to twist the doorknob and push inwards. It swung open without hesitation, and I was blasted by the smell of spilled alcohol and sweat that made me wince. The guy behind me chuckled. “You don’t come to these kinds of things?” he asked, stepping around me when I didn’t answer immediately to catch a glimpse of my face. I looked up in time to lock eyes with Connor Holden. If the Sanguis Pack’s hierarchy worked like high school, then Connor was one of its golden boys: Handsome, with messy, dark blond hair and a leanly-muscled frame that never failed to attract eyes when he was training in the fields.

Their chests rose and fell in sync, their wolves restless beneath their skin. Leo’s wolf snarled inside him, its growl echoing through his bones. Connor’s wolf responded in kind, panting heavily, its ears pinned back in distress. Their gazes locked. Something was wrong. Their wolves knew it. They knew it. The realization slammed into them at the same time. Ivy. Leo’s heart pounded violently in his chest. His wolf howled—a sound so raw and pained that it sent shudders through him. Connor was already storming out, his body moving on pure instinct, rage simmering beneath his skin. He mindlinked his beta to bring Lila's parents to Leo. They needed Lila to confess. They needed answers.

I opened my eyes despite the glaring light and saw a balding man in a white overcoat. He flinched and took a step back, chuckling. “You startled me there. Seems not even a horse tranquilizer has a lasting effect on you.” Rossi came into my view. I snarled at him, fighting whatever bonds held me in place. To no avail. “Spare your energy, Connor. It’s no use struggling. Those bonds are tungsten carbide, and the silver has considerably weakened you.” “What the fuck do you want?” Rossi gave an almost childlike grin. He lay a withered hand on my forehead, almost gently. “Why, I want to know what makes you tick, Connor.”

Connor asked smugly, his friends laughing along with him. Connor, Nathan, Harris, and Emerson—the four people who made my life a living nightmare. Since the day my parents left, they had taken every opportunity to torment me. Worse, they held high-ranking positions in the pack. Connor was the Beta, Nathan the Omega, and Harris and Emerson shared the title of Gamma. They were powerful, and they knew it. I despised them, yet I feared them even more. “Yes,” I muttered, exhaling a shaky breath as I bent down to clean the new mess.