Unwind Connor Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It is Connor to you now Kane. Family does not use titles. I have never been so proud to call you son! “ I laugh at the look on Kanes confused face. My mate is also laughing. The twin omegas and their mates I’m assuming as well as former Alpha Eric and Luna Clair walk into the living room where. You can tell everyone is confused so before Ella returns I get straight to the point. Introductions first so we can thank the omegas properly. “My name is Connor and this my mate Chloe. What are your names please?” I ask the omega twins. “My name is Ashley and my brother here is Austin my king.” “Please it’s just Connor and Chloe no titles with family.”

That shit so far, has been an adventure of a whole different bent. I'd never seen them in love before. I don't think any of us ever even gave thought to the possibility. The kind of men we are, love just never seemed like it would ever be in the works and I think we were all cool with that. But since we moved here something shifted in the wind or some fuck and boy has this shit been all kinds of entertaining. Connor was the first to go, and he needed to be first. That's one crazy motherfucker. The danger with Con is that he seems calm as fuck, but beneath that veneer beats the heart of a true beast.

Connor responded proudly, earning an irritated frown from Nicholas. “I doubt that's anything to be proud of, Connor. Maybe it's time you also think of settling down with your one true love, Alora,” Nicholas mentioned and Connie scrunched his face in disgust. “Do not ever repeat that, Nicholas. I mean seriously, don't ever repeat that. It's disgusting,” Connor hissed, frowning his face in disgust, and Nicholas laughed at him.

“Keep on the lookout, we will be there as soon as possible.” I grind out. If whoever it is that was with them looked alive then maybe it was one of the alpha’s aligned with Agron as in the case of alpha Brian. I get that alpha’s are scared for their pack since they have never faced a god before but sacrificing a kid is beyond cruel and I am not just saying that because Tristan is my son. The warrior that had linked me responds with an okay then I shut off the mind link. I turn and look at the people in the room and I can already tell that they know whatever I was about to tell them wasn’t going to be good news.

Connor had this stupid cocky attitude right up until he touched me, and then suddenly he looked at me like I mattered. Which is… dangerous. Because now my brain won’t shut up about him. I change into pajamas and catch sight of the mark on my neck in the mirror. “Fantastic,” I mumble. I should probably be embarrassed about it. Instead, I touch it lightly and grin. Connor McLeod—campus hockey god, certified menace, probably responsible for half the university’s emotional damage—left a hickey on my neck and somehow rewired my personality in one night. That feels medically concerning.

The Billionaire’s Collateral Husband Chapter 93 CONNOR sits down on the minibar to get some gin to drink with his collateral husband. Paul is silently pouring his gin of choice into the shot glass. They both cheer and drink the strong alcohol that could burn their throat. “AHH!” Connor sighs because he always wants to drinks with Paul in this stolen free time. He wants to have a peaceful mind, even for a day. Fortunately, his auntie is decent enough to permit his legal off time. “The gin tastes better with you,” Paul teases him while looking at his empty shot glass.

As I turned to head for the door, Dad's frantic voice rang out behind me, "Don't go, Dree!" Faye flinched when she heard him call me that. Her grip tightened on his arm, and the hatred in her eyes grew stronger. I got in my car and drove off. By the time I reached the outskirts of town, it was already 7:00 pm. My phone kept buzzing with calls and texts, but I ignored them on purpose. I opened the door, feeling exhausted. My uncle, Declan Lewis, was following a workout video in the living room. Dad's business wouldn't be where it was without Uncle Declan's support.

**Unraveling the Truth** The storm rages on outside the cabin, battering the windows with rain and wind. Inside, the tension is so thick it feels as though the air itself might crack. The fire has long since died down, leaving shadows flickering ominously in the dim light. Sophia’s mind is in turmoil, her body frozen between the truth she thought she knew and the chaotic reality she now faces. Her father, standing in front of her for the first time in years, claims that Max—her brother—is an imposter. The masked man’s patience is wearing thin, and Ethan remains ready to defend her at any cost.

My cheek to his chest, Neo taking off his leather jacket and covering me with it, we head back to the house. Except the one heading back to the house is a new River. With a wolf. With three mates. And with the mercy of the Goddess behind me. Xxxxxxxx “What did you do today?” “Settled some issues at the club”, Connor mumbles. “Can I come with you tomorrow?” His silence drags like the water flowing between us. His huge hands grabbing both my butt cheeks, his face is buried in the crook of my neck and I hug him enough to feel his warmth but still very aware that he’s tense around me.

With Eleanor sending the majority of her remaining warriors off the territory, to intercept a false target, it was time to make a move. Connor’s skin thrummed with anxious energy as the late night hour crept upon them. He had been in that cell for over a day, his only break being dragged to the dining hall the night before, and he was ready to get out. He wasn’t a blood thirsty warrior. He had seen the battlefield turn many of his friends into vengeful wolves, always seeking their next taste of enemy blood, but he had never succumbed. He didn't enjoy killing but he'd do it when those he cared for were being threatened. Never before had Connor felt so threatened, and he intended to do whateve