Novel & Cerita Keven "dino" Conner

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Although she was supposed to be mad at him for humiliating her in front of her father but she just nudged it aside, knowing the kind of man Conner is. “Davina I am not ready for your games”. Conner said in a raspy voice. “Games?”. She frowned. “Baby what games”. Davina asked in a soothing voice. He sigh, he knew she has no idea what his talking about. “Find Lina, bring back the documents that you and my brother stole from me”. Conner said and Davina burst into a mocking laugher.

Reana said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "His name is Kayler. He's the commander of the werewolf territory defense team in Montana. And Kayler is also Harem's nephew." Conal said; a flash of cold and murderous intent appeared on Conal's handsome face. He clenched his fists, regretting that he had missed the chance to kill Kayler.

Chapter 22 Connor left Kelvin within the dungeons for a few days with barely any food and water. He knew what he was doing, leaving him there would give him a reflection of what he had done which will no doubt have him spilling the truth faster than he can say his name. There were many things Connor wanted to talk to him about but he was ready to wait, ready to be patient in getting what he wanted from those who thought that it was wise to keep his child away from him.

he says. " Because I'm the daughter of the bête in this pack, I have work to do here, and my dad is very strict. You have no idea what he would go through to find me if I went missing," I say. He nods in understanding. Though I see a hint of disappointment in his blue eyes. " The other reason is I don't know your name, and you don't know mine," I say. He gives me a small smile. " My name is Conner," he says.

Connie is 28, he’s passed the time of competing testosterone. Connie gets his underwear from Kay and starts to complain. “It’s his fau… fault, Damy, this fucking br… br… brat stole my underwear? Can you smell the stin… stinking horses?” and he waves the underwear with the tips of his fingers, he started to stutter, soon not even I will be able to get Connor off Kayden. Kayden’s look of fake innocence makes me want to join Connie and punch this brat, what a spacious guy!

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

She offered me a stiff smile, her eyes darting between Connor and me, a silent plea for normalcy in a situation that felt anything. “He loves dinosaurs, you know,” she said, her voice strained. “He'll be thrilled with this.” I nodded, forcing a smile. “I hoped so. I thought he might like it.” Connor sat propped up on the sofa, his pale face illuminated by the flickering light of the television. His eyes, usually bright and mischievous, were dull, the vibrant spark dimmed by medication. He looked at the dinosaur hesitantly, then back at me, a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

"I'm about to commit career suicide, so pay attention." She pulled up recordings. Connor's voice filled the room—his conversation from the warehouse, admitting to manipulation, to using Sierra, to planning Duke's destruction. "Son of a bitch," Murphy breathed. "There's more." Sierra switched files. Financial records. Shell companies. Money trails. "Connor Reynolds doesn't legally exist. The man calling himself Connor is actually Marcus Keane, a con artist with warrants in three states. He read about Robert Reynolds' disappearance years ago, did his research, and became Connor."

I only managed to nod and watch him walk towards the door where Devin stood with a grimace on his face. Oh no. Knox smirked at Devin mockingly. 'Just go,' I silently wished. They're like two beasts ready to bite each other's neck off if one makes a move. “Nice meeting you,” Knox offered his hand, “I'm Knox Collins.” “I don't care,” Devin growled. “Griff,” I whispered to my son who was looking up at the two huge figures in front of him. Knox chuckled, “I'll see you later, Sweetheart.” He called out to me before pulling open the door and disappearing as it closes.