Kit.connor 2023 Novels & Stories

I replied, my voice trembling slightly, "I accept your vow, and I vow to be your partner, to stand by your side, and to embrace the bond that connects us. I will trust you, and I will give us a chance to heal." Nenyia stepped closer, her hands resting on our joined ones, her eyes closing as she began to chant. The energy around us seemed to shift, the air growing warmer, the power between Kaleb and me intensifying. I could feel it, a force that seemed to wrap around us, binding us together, connecting our souls in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Connor asked a little worried. Dakota took a deep breath, allowing her scent to help calm him. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He gave a small smile. “Seems the Goddess has blessed me and Diesel with a second chance mate and she’s a Shadow Mountain pack member.” He snorted out a chuckle. “Kota, that’s GREAT!” Connor said clapping his brother on the back. “Where is she? I can handle this; you can go look for her.” Connor urged his little brother as they stepped out of the car.

Nodding, I encourage him to continue. “So knowing that and knowing the situation we are in I decided to invite the negotiator here this morning, Kate, to discuss the possible alliance in more detail with both of us. Not that we will agree with them, but we need to explore the opportunity given the circumstances.” Breathing a sigh of relief, I look to my father, “Who is the negotiator?”. Alpha Jackson clears his throat, “Alpha Drake Chisholm with the Blue Moon Pack.”

I declined. "Oh come on," he pushed on, "he told me you do this amazing thing with your ton-" "Connor." he yelled and he immediately stopped talking. I chuckled, knowing exactly what the fuck was going on, "I can't believe this." "Jade I-" "No," I sighed, "it's fine." I picked up my tray and walked out of the cafeteria.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

CONNER❣️ “No just wanted to start a conversation see if I have the right number “ INTERESTING 🦢 “Oh okay “ CONNER❣️ “Anyway, good night see you in school “ INTERESTING 🦢 “Good night “

"Mm. You like him?" "He was sweet. Gentle. And he didn't have to spare the time to walk me home." "What's his name?" "Connor. His surname is weird. Sanders or something." "American?" "No, Brit." "What's he do?" "I didn't think to ask. He's a singer; sings in a choir. A tenor, he says. It must be a good choir, they're singing a concert in St Martins soon." "Hah. A fellow musician." Bron smirked. "Sounds like a nice chance for a pick-me-up, Ceri. Maybe he has the tongue of a fluter."

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.

TV NEWS “… Bringing you the update on the missing person’s case, the name is Albert Connor-Mckinney; a government agent who went missing on May 6th, here you can see the body already bloated, it has been three days. He was killed and dumped in the incinerator at the redevelopment site down the street… evidence show that he was probably stabbed before he was shot dead. Even after he died, the assailant continued the assault: an overkill; which shows that the murder is a crime of passion and revenge.

"Why? Why do this—" Connor? Connor Herrick, the Alpha of the Hazel Coast pack? The one Kitron warned me and my siblings was a savage killer? I started silently crying, joining my brother and sister. The soldiers watching us snickered. They must be part of Connor's Epsilons. Connor barked a harsh laugh. "Because it's f*cking fun! So I would enjoy it if you put up a damn fight, my fellow Alpha. Or do you lack basic combat skills? What about your son? He seems more formidable than you ever were."