Markus X Connor Novels & Stories

"No I'm assuming its someone she is comfortable working with" "Lisa is quite resourceful but I'm sure she will use family" "You know Lisa?" He glanced at me in the rearview mirror "Connor has connections to every werewolf ever created" My mouth made an "o" shape at his revelation "Makes sense ya know with how old he is" Leo chuckled at me

They stop to know what was wrong with the Alpha and his Luna. Marcus jerked his hand off her hands that she nearly fell. That time Connor, Hyrene's father, walked in. "You will treat your wife right!" He shouted at Marcus. Marcus was angry at him for raising his voice at him and he growled. Connor moved back and bared his neck. Farell who was there watching what was happening between those two noticed the difference in Marcus's growl. It carried more power and strength and he frowned a bit.

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

Connor hissed. He smirks. Connor was an illegitimate child of the Assedio di Vendetta Mafia Organization's leader Mariano Moretti based in Italy. Their family was onced a close and even treated each other as allies. But something happened and now both of their family vowed to finish each other in a matter of time. "Did I hit where it hurt?" He sarcastically smiled. Connor was about to punch him again when Rain and Isaac appeared right in front of them to stop them from fighting again.

I mind-linked all my warriors to report to me everything while we were away and carefully monitor and protect my pack. I am the strongest and Markus is the second strongest, but I trust my pack members as they are also strong. Markus beside me was wearing his usual black t-shirt and pants, carrying a backpack. “I put your name as Mr. Jones.” He suddenly brings it up as soon as we leave my packhouse. I raised my sunglasses, “And you?” “I’m Mark. Short for Markus of course.” He said. I nodded, “Remember our goal.” “Yes, teacher. How could I forget this? For today, I'll be your student and we’re strangers.” He teasingly said and I rolled my eyes at my subordinate.

He hung his uncovered light head. Nobody addressed or even checked Daniel out. Lawrence couldnt tell whether he was annoyed by being forgotten about or whether he favored it. When she arrived at the rear of the little group, the internment was attracting to a nearby. A name was cut into a level dim gravestone: Clementine Hunter M?ller. A kid, no more established than twelve, with dim hair and fair skin and tears spilling down his face, helped his dad - her dad from this other life?- - scoop the primary hill of soil over the grave.

Seeing my convoy, he rushed forward like a madman, waving his arms. "Selena! I was wrong! Please, save me..." I didn't even roll down the window. I gave a cold order to the guard driving. "Drive. Don't let a stray dog block the road." The convoy roared past, leaving the man and his regret choking in our exhaust fumes. I returned to the Winterborn Castle. The moment I walked in, the mouth-watering scent of grilled meat hit me. Damon—the "Tyrant" who slaughtered enemies without blinking—was currently shirtless, displaying his perfectly sculpted muscles. He was wearing nothing but a black apron around his waist.

Xavier: I sat looking at the man who had given me his daughter years ago for an alliance. His eyes meeting mine, studying my expression, wanting to play the game of cards. “I trust that you came here with something to tell me, Marcus.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Alpha Xavier, I did not think that the two of us weren't on first name basis.” he said, his tone smooth but empty. “I appreciate you seeing me. I would’ve preferred my daughter greeted me first, but I understand she’s… preoccupied. It seems that she has been that way for a while now. I called her but she rarely ever answers.”

“You’re sure this is safe?” Elena gave a small nod. “Safe enough. What do you have for us?” The man, introducing himself as Marcus, exhaled sharply. “It’s worse than you think. Marquez’s influence is vast, but what I’ve uncovered… it’s a tangled web that reaches the highest echelons.” Over the next hour, Marcus laid out the full scope of the conspiracy. Secret bank accounts, off-the-record meetings, payoffs disguised as donations—everything meticulously documented. Elena and Luca listened intently, each revelation another piece of the puzzle.

Ignorance might be bliss, but I had to know. Gavin shrugged. “Don’t really know. I guessed something spooked them and they ran.” He sniffed. “Should’ve been more careful.” Mark snorted. “Got what they deserved. Don’t feel bad about it, Luna.” Okay… I guess I shouldn’t have asked. Connor came back with thunder on his face. “Fucking prick!” he slammed his fist against a tree. “Connor?” “He said it’s my problem. Doesn’t want the academy involved in it. Although it is his goddamned property. Where the fuck is his security?” Connor was full of righteous anger.