Mercy is not very popular in her pack, no one likes her, including her very attractive twin. Things become worse whe fate presents her mate in the form of Eke Wolves, who happens to be Marcy's boyfriend. Mercy faces rejection, not that she's not used to it. After facing embarrassment from her family and her pack, she decides to run away and start her life afresh, with the wounds of her past still fresh on her mind, what would she do? "So you're saying that you want me, a villain, to help you catch another villain?" I scoffed. "Yes, that's what I'm asking for." "But that makes you a criminal by association, prince." He sighed and looked at me with weary eyes. "I'm doing it for justice."
View MoreMercy.
I was already getting tired of having so many people over. Not that what I wanted mattered though, but still.
I came out of the kitchen after pouring myself some juice and tried to be as discreet as possible as I went back into my room.
My sister sat with some of her friends, laughing about something I didn't hear, and I frankly wasn't interested in.
"Hey Marcy, isn't that your sister?"
Oh boy. That must have been Julius, the red head boy.
"Hey you! Come and sit and talk to us." One of them said.
I smiled and shook my head slowly. I definitely wasn't interested in holding one of their "conversations". They'd ask me annoying, mean questions and nudge me and sometimes hit me.
They would then say that they were being playful. They just don't like me. None of them in the pack do, and I still don't know the reason.
"Why won't you speak to us?"
"Yeah, we know you can talk."
I won't speak to you because you all are bullies. I said in my head.
"Let's leave her alone guys. It's not so fun to taunt her anymore, and Eke is on his way here." Marcy said.
To say that I was surprised was an understatement. She was standing up for me for the first time. Even if it was because of something else, it still felt nice.
I felt like I was supposed to say a 'thank you', but I decided against it and left before the could try something else and my sister would change her mind.
I love Eminem. It's like he fuels the rage that I hide all the time. Killer was playing when I got into my room and with my back on my bed, I imagined myself ending the lives of each of Marcy's friends with a sharp stick.
It wasn't that I was stupid, or a pushover. It's jus that the greatest form of strength will always be physical strength, and that is something that I lack.
Besides, when you've been physically and mentally bullied for as long as you can remember, the will to do anything like that vanishes. I know that it's ironic, but that's just how it is.
For me, at least.
There's this wonderful scent I smell around my sister. I don't know who has it, but it's wonderful. Smells like the river. I know that it belongs to one of her friends, I just don't know which one.
Why am I mentioning this?
It's because I can smell it, again. And something is pushing me to go back downstairs. That doesn't make any sense, I mean what would I do?
Am I expected to go down, find the source and start snuffing like a deranged pup?
Although, if their smell is always wrapped around Marcy, then I probably won't be able to go close.
But I can go down and look...
-
I should not have come down to look.
I went downstairs, and Eke and I caught each other's gaze. And I felt a strong tug in his direction. I knew that I had just seen my mate, if the books were correct.
I smiled at Eke. He didn't smile back. I knew that Eke was a little less meaner to me than the rest of the Marcy's friends. And from the knlsing look in his eyes, I guessed that he had found out about the mate thing too, and he did not look very happy.
I wasn't stupid. He was probably embarrassed to be mated to me. But I had to know why.
I decided to go outside the house to wait for him. Most of the time that Marcy had her friends over, they'd end up going out together.
It seemed that Eke had decided to go too, as he excused himself.
That, or he saw me walking towards him and decided to make a run for it. Like I said, I'm not stupid.
"Come here, you." One of Marcy's friends held my shoulder and moved me back.
Eke slammed the door.
"Leave me alone." I mumbled angrily and ran after him.
"Bitch." I heard one of them say. How original.
I got to Eke and caught him as he tried to open the door of his car.
"So," I said, slightly out of breath when I got to him. "what do we do now?"
He frowned at me. "What are you talking about?"
"We are mates. I know you felt the bond."
"I have only just seen you for the first time today. And you are very—" He dragged the last syllable and stopped, looking confused.
I thought about what he had just said. That was true. I had seen Eke a lot of times, but it was usually from afar, or from pictures my sister posted on I*******m. And he had never seen me before.
"I'm Mercy. Hi." I stretched out my hand.
"Marcy's twin sister. You have the same face, but somehow, the both of you look different." He said.
"So, what do we do now?" I asked him.
"Do about what?"
Did he not remember why I had run to meet him in the first place?
"The fact that we're mates." I said, eyeing him. He was attractive. I always knew that. And his scent. I could live in it.
He looked away, scratching his neck. "I don't know. I just want to be away from you right now."
He visibly winced. Probably the mate bond punishing him for saying something so terrible.
"What?"
"We cannot be mates, Mercy." He sighed, holding his head, as if in pain. Which I think he was, because his words were hurting me too.
"It's not you, it's me, right? That's what you want to say, right?"
"What?"
"I don't know man, they say that in movies a lot, and it just slipped out." I shrugged. "But, you're joking, right?"
"I'm your sister's boyfriend."
I felt a flash of white hot anger across my chest for a split second after he said that.
"So that's why Marcy always gets home smelling like—"
"Well, that should not be a problem. She's only your girlfriend, but I'm your mate." I said bluntly. "You can't tell me that you love her. That is impossible."
Marcy had always put herself first. Nothing wrong with me taking what was mine.
"She did call you selfish. And she told me other things about you. How do you want me to break this to her?"
"How do I— it's your responsibility to make things right. You're the one in a relationship, not me."
His expression hardened. "I can see why."
"Don't talk to me like that."
"Honestly, I'd have enjoyed a sibling rivalry, but there's nothing to compete with here. I know that your sister is cunning. And a cunning mind is a sharp mind, so she's smart. I know that she's active in the pack games and mock wars, and I've seen her perform. She's strong." He sighed and shook his head.
"You, on the other hand, who I have never seen at the pack games, or heard about. What exactly can you do? Better than your sister, at least?"
My chest was hurting even more. Marcy was a better athlete and fighter. But we both had brains. And I could run a little, both forms.
"I'm smart, and I can run. Are you seriously trying to get me to convince you to pick me over my sister?" My voice was calm. The angry kind of calm.
My hands were balled into fists by my side.
"Yes. I'm going to be the alpha someday, and I'll need a capable Luna to take care of the pack. Can you take care of yourself?"
He continued. "And let's not forget that your sister is so beautiful that—"
A tear slipped from my eye.
"My sister and I have the same face."
"And somehow, the both of you look so different. You're not so beautiful. You look like the lite version of your sister. Not that I'm calling you ugly, that would be very un-future alpha of me. It's just like comparing a nice teddy bear to a poorly sewn ragdoll."
I wiped my face with my sleeve. "I hate you. You and Marcy, both."
"I, Eke Wolves,"
No, no.
"You're rushing into a big decision. You shouldn't do this."
"reject you, Mercy King as my mate. You are not fit to be by the side of an alpha. An Omega would be more fitting."
He was holding his chest as he held to his car for support. But his face still held so much anger.
Was I so horrible that someone who had only met me for the first time rejected me as his mate?
I did not want to give this were the satisfaction of seeing me cry, or fall in pain. I was in excruciating pain.
"Fine then." I spar out and turned back to go into my house, only to see my sister and her friends.
They had watched Eke humiliate me, and they were snickering. I turned to Marcy.
"I hate you."
"Shut up." One of her girlfriends dragged me by my hair. I remained passive.
"You're also jealous of me." She added. "Leave her alone, let her go upstairs and cry."
I heard a car honk.
"Eke, baby! We're coming now!" My sister yelled and then they left me.
I didn't have the strength to get myself upstairs, so after they drove off, I fell to the ground and started to cry.
Chapter Twenty Four. Mercy’s POV. The scream pierced through the air, sharp and terrifying, cutting into the quiet evening like a knife. I froze for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked at Laura. Her wide eyes met mine, mirroring the same shock and confusion that was quickly taking over my mind. We didn’t waste time exchanging words, our feet were moving before our brains could catch up. We sprinted towards the source of the scream, my heart racing with every step. Marion’s voice was frantic, echoing in the distance, and as we rounded the corner of the house, the sight that greeted us made my blood run cold. John was on the ground. I couldn’t believe it at first. My eyes refused to accept what they were seeing. John, who was definitely the strongest man I knew, was lying there, lifeless. Marion knelt beside him, her face pale and stricken with panic. Her hands were shaking as they hovered over him, unsure of what to do. “Master! Oh my God, master!” She scream
Chapter Twenty Three.Mercy's POV. For the first time, Laura didn't have a snarky comeback. She just sat there, staring at the ground, looking like she was struggling to find the right words. It was rare to see her speechless. I sighed, rubbing my palms together as the coldness of the memories filled me. "So, I made the decision to leave. I couldn't stay there, pretending like everything was okay when it wasn't. I couldn't be part of their perfect little family anymore." Laura stayed quiet for a moment longer, then she finally spoke, her voice softer than I'd ever heard it. "That's... that's a lot to deal with. No wonder you left." I nodded, grateful she wasn't pushing for more. I'd already said more than I intended to. "Yeah, well, it wasn't easy, but it was the only thing I could do." Laura nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "I can't imagine what that must've been like. But... you're better off without them, right? I mean, if they couldn't see your worth..."
Chapter Twenty Two.Mercy’s POV. I spotted Laura sitting alone on the bench by the training grounds, her arms crossed, head down, and her usual scowl plastered on her face. The air was cool, but not cold, and the distant sound of swords clashing filled the background as others practiced. Laura had always been distant, closed off. She gave off a vibe that said “stay away,” but I wasn’t in the mood to care today. I walked over to her and sat down without asking. She immediately tensed up, eyes narrowing, as if she was ready to bite. “Hey.” I said casually, leaning back on the bench. She didn’t even bother to look at me, she just scoffed and moved to stand up. “Don’t bother.” She muttered under her breath, that same familiar edge in her voice. She always had something cutting to say. Before she could leave, I reached out and grabbed her wrist, gently but firm enough to stop her. “Hold on. You remind me of someone.” Laura rolled her eyes and made a face, trying to pull
Chapter Twenty One.John's POV. The memories were sharp as blades, slicing through the present. Even after all these years, I could still feel the memories of that night pressing down on my chest like it had just happened. Fifteen years. I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes, letting the past pull me back, even though I knew better than to relive it. Some wounds never heal. Some promises never let you forget.--Flashback.- The night was cold, and the sky overhead was a deep shade of black, no stars, no moon. Just darkness. The clash of swords echoed in the distance, a sound I had come to know too well. I ran, heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in sharp bursts. The king was just behind me, struggling to keep up, but I couldn't slow down. If I did, they would catch us. “Keep moving!” I shouted, turning to glance at him. His face was pale, covered in sweat, his eyes wide with fear. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Kings weren’t supposed to look like this. But
Chapter Twenty.Mercy's POV. The cold, hard ground met my back with a thud, and I winced as pain shot through my body. Laura stood over me, panting heavily but still with that smug, triumphant look on her face. She had the upper hand, again. I groaned and rolled onto my side, pushing myself up to a sitting position. “Getting slow, Mercy.” Laura said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. “Maybe next time you’ll land a hit.” I bit my lip, refusing to respond. Instead, I focused on catching my breath. My body ached, but there was something different this time. My movements were smoother, more controlled. Despite being thrown to the ground, I didn’t feel defeated. I knew I was getting better. Slowly, but surely. We were sparring again, just like we had countless times before. But this time, something was changing inside me. I could feel it. Each punch, each block, felt more natural. My body was adjusting, learning. Laura, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying herself. She wiped t
Chapter Nineteen.Mercy’s POV. I paced my room, my heart hammering in my chest. John had just gotten back, and I knew he’d hear about what happened with Laura. Every second that passed felt like a countdown to some kind of punishment. Would he yell? Would he make me pay for it in some twisted way? I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t about to sit there and wait for him to call me out. Taking a deep breath, I decided to face it head on. I left my room and headed to the living room where I knew he’d be. As I rounded the corner, my stomach dropped. Laura was standing there, leaning against the doorframe with that smug little smirk I’d come to hate. Her lip was still swollen from earlier, and the sight of her made the guilt in my chest twist a little tighter. “John...” I started, but I didn’t get far. John held up a hand, cutting me off before I could explain. “Laura.” He said calmly, looking at her. “You want to tell me what happened?” Of course, she jumped at the chance. Laura straig
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