Kit Connor Relationships Novels & Stories

I can’t let myself fall back into old patterns. Connor’s vigilance is unwavering, his presence a constant reminder of the danger that still lingers. His role as my protector has evolved into a silent support system, his watchful eyes ensuring my safety and providing a buffer between Adam and me. I appreciate Connor’s dedication, even as it complicates Adam’s attempts to reconnect.

I mean, I’m still dressed, and I’m ready to explode beneath his ministrations. Even after our little talk, I’m still wary of our new status. I can’t help but wonder if this is going to last. What if it all blows up in our faces? Connor’s phone vibrates at that moment. He signals me to excuse him and disappears into his office for a couple of minutes before he returns. “Okay, so I just spoke to a reporter friend that I went to school with, and he gave me some leads.” He opens his tablet and rests it over the kitchen counter.

Connor says, hugging Quirin and then his twin. “You’ve been hanging out with Henry again,” Quirin says. “He’s the closest one to me. Plus, you’ve been busy taking over the world or some shit,” Connor says, easily joking with Quirin. “Yeah and that ‘some shit’ is about to be done. I want to get home my pups.” “Good, your hair is looking a bit dull without any glitter in it,” Connor says, grinning widely as Quirin growls at him. Kennedy just smiles and leans into her mate. He kisses her quickly before stepping forward.

Connor said as he turned me around and kissed me hard with hunger. "Maybe tonight, Aaron has Mark, so," I said as I looked up into Connors sky blue eyes. "I don't like the fact of Aaron having Mark; we need to do something about that and quickly. I wish Aaron were one of those deadbeat fathers who never showed their faces around their children. That would make things so much easier," Connor said as he bent down and kissed my forehead. "After everything that has happened, I somewhat wish that as well, but Aaron is his father. Aaron adores Mark, so I don't see him hurting Mark in any way," I spouted the half-truth that I'm no longer confident in believing.

"thank you. um, have you seen connor?" "oh yeah. minutes ago? or an hour? i'm not so sure. he was looking for you." why isn't he around, then? i wrack my head, thinking of what connor must have concluded before he left. "is anything the matter?" ken asks. i shake my head. "i don't think so. connor said he wanted to tell me something, and i heard from a reporter that he'd been discussing a wedding. do you think," i hesitate for a moment, "it's a proposal?"

I inquire, my curiosity getting the better of me. His face falls, and he seems to weigh the consequences of telling me. Eventually, he opens his mouth and says, "Kessler has sent a search party to look out for you, and Conor's calls might have triggered that," Shawn reveals. I'm shocked by the new revelation. Kessler and Conor—how are they two related? Do they know each other? After a long pause, Shawn finally says, "Yes, they are cousins." The pieces start to fall into place and understand the connection between them.

Conner heard her words, and he remembered a friend of his said similar words yesterday after he and his friends met. “If that happens, would you advise her to call me? I’m not that foolish.” Connor’s gaze hardened at the chief investigator’s words. He didn’t know Jeff’s girlfriend’s last name or how she spelled Ana, but what were the chances he connected the two and was mistaken? He’d be calling Jeff as soon as he could. “I suspect in a matter of days her question about the relationship will be decided.” “Of course, Conner you must know Merina’s right hand.”

More so because he has a thing for Sage. “Hey Priest, Hunter told me what happened with Sage, and he figured you might need my help. What do you want me to do?” At first, I consider keeping him out of it. However, regardless of my personal feelings, Connor is one of the best techs we have. They’re not quite in league with Logan Maxwell but close. He and Hunter are both geniuses with computers.

Connor seemed to register how that changed things as he curiously looked at the boys. “If it’s not a mating bond, what is it?” Alaric was still tense. “Brianna is my Keeper,” Connor’s words woke something inside of me, like puzzle pieces being clicked together, even though I didn’t know what being his Keeper all entailed.

Whatever Connor stands to benefit from must be huge because he has since given up his conscience for this mission of theirs. According to the information we gathered, Connor is a hunter. He knows about supernatural beings, and he despises them. He has always known and that is why he killed our mother, Willie, and supposedly, me as well. To him, I am dead. Nonetheless, I am waiting for his reaction when I finally apprehend him.