Ironmouse X Connor Novels & Stories

I just rolled my eyes at his antics. “Nice to meet you Dillon. I’m Katalina Connor but please call me Kat,” she responded, offering him a genuine smile. Now Teague was really getting worked up. He wanted all her smiles for himself. I couldn’t disagree with him. “Connor, as in Ian Connor, the former Beta of RedWoods?” He asked, giving me the side-eye. I didn’t want to make Kat uncomfortable by announcing she was my mate but I didn’t want him thinking I was casually screwing around with the daughter of a ranked member of our new ally either.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

he says to himself as he beholds the magnificent beast. Connor buttons his jacket elegantly and walks slowly towards the event spot. His skin tingles as he advances, and his heart beats too forcefully inside his chest. The moon shines brightly now, and a fresh and light scent, similar to what is felt in the air on a sunny and clear day with a touch of aromatic herbs like mint and rosemary, drags him like an invisible yet powerful force. What is that? "Mate," Sorem chirps inside his mind. Connor stops abruptly and shakes his head. His beast is right at the surface, seeking a way to emerge.

I’m here and we have to stop him’ Confused, my eyes fall on Connor and in slow motion, the voice inside me shouts, ‘Connor, no!’ ‘You kill him and you’ll doom us all’ Connot stops. Slowly and shocked as ever, his deep brown irises land on me. Darren and his betas take the window of confusion as their chance to run. Dazzled beyond words, the distance between us so tight and thick it would require more than a knife to cut into, Connor asks me a question that has my breath hanging in my throat painfully. “Is that? Your wolf?”

I sighed, as I laid down on the cold and hard, marbled road. “Thank you, Conrad!” I teased. He laughed and replied… “You are not going to let this be, are you?” He inquired. “Not a chance, Connor, not a chance”. I said, with a note of finality. Connor was really a likable person, he just hadn't found his pack, and that made him bitter. Having him in my pack will undoubtedly bolster my ranks, and in him, I have a powerful beta as an ally.

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.

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

He slammed back into Connor with a ferocity that sent them both skidding across the slick mud. Simon and Callum broke through the forest with their warriors pouring in from all sides, overwhelming the Daggermoon wolves in seconds. But Connor needed none of them for what came next. He caught the gray wolf by the throat in one crushing bite and held him through the thrashing. Jake's claws desperately scrabbled on the sodden ground until the fight went out of him completely. Maisie didn't wait to watch. She was already running, pushing toward the ridge to reach her mom's frail form. Connor's wolf was beside her in seconds, signaling the pack's doctor to rush over.

I hissed at him. Connor turned to me slowly. “I said, The Faction shouldn’t have women, you’re too emotional.” “Fucker!” I leapt across the desk in front of me and put Connor in a headlock. He beat against my arms to release him. But I wasn’t going to, I wanted to cut off all oxygen and waste this worthless piece of shit. “You think you’re better than me? Maybe if you had half as many kills as I have, you might reach my level.” I tightened my grip. His skin was turning red, then had a tinge of blue.

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.