Mercy blinked against the glare of the sun as she and Logan stepped off the helicopter pad. The rotors whipped her hair wildly around her face.Logan took her hand. "Don't worry," Logan shouted over the sound of the chopper blades. "Once this Mascu junk wears off, we'll tell the Alpha King everything."Mercy grabbed his arm, her nails digging in. "No! I already told you. We can't. We have to keep it a secret. Please Logan. Promise me." The events of the past hour were almost too much for Mercy to process. The awful potions, the people chained up. She’d discovered just how dangerous Sephora really was. Plus, she had built some sort of army, somewhere in the desert. Clearly, she had plans to wage a war of sorts, to gain back the power stripped of Blackseed all those years ago. The only bright side was that Mercy could stop her. She could tell Amelia and Magnus, the Alpha King. She knew the punishment would be severe. Selling illegal potions, experimenting on wolves
Alfred guided Olivia to their favorite bench by the lake, the one that seemed to catch the last golden rays of the day. Olivia had no idea what Alfred wanted to talk about, but it seemed serious. As soon as they sat down, she became lost the tranquil ripples of the water, a soft sigh escaping her lips. It really was beautiful here; she was going to miss it when they were gone. Soon, their work there would be done and they’d all be heading back to Silvermoon headquarters she assumed. She soaked in the serene view. But Alfred? He couldn't tear his eyes away from her—the way the fading sunlight danced in her hair, how her eyes mirrored the twilight sky, a perfect blend of purples and blues. She was hot as hell, and gorgeous, and graceful, and lovely, and a big heap of sexiness all at the same time."You're so beautiful," he murmured, the words slipping out like they were drawn from him by some magnetic force tied directly to Olivia's presence.She turned to him, blushing. "Alfred..."He
Amelia stared at her reflection, admitting her sleek red silk dress and perfectly applied makeup. She’d had the dress flown in from a designer in Italy. It fit her delicate frame perfectly and hugged her small curves in all the right places. She blotted her lipstick one more time and then left the bathroom. Her heels clicked on the hardwood as she paced, heart racing. This was it. The night she'd worked so hard for. She could hardly believe it was finally happening!Sure, she had a list of worries to deal with. Mercy had said some pretty shocking things about Sephora. They’d have to get her father involved, which meant she’d have to talk to Jonathan eventually. She wasn’t sure how that would play out. Sephora was his mother, after all. But when she thought of everything she and Jonathan had been through…she was confident his loyalty was to her.And there was her father, Alpha Magnus. He wasn’t too pleased about the idea of his princess daughter dating the Blackseed Alpha’s son. He’d c
Amelia and Jonathan collapsed onto the bed, their lips locked together in a passionate kiss. They knew they had the party to get to but they didn't care. All that mattered was this moment. Jonathan kissed Amelia's neck and then softly, gently, slid his hand down to her breast.Amelia's breath caught in her throat as Jonathan's fingers lightly traced the curve of her breast, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her entire body. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the raw desire that had been building between them for so long. His touch felt like pure heaven, and she felt herself shaking with desire. Her hands reached out to unbutton Jonathan's shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. She ran her hands over his muscles and then wrapped them around his back.“Please,” she said, her voice husky. “I need you.”Jonathan slid Amelia's dress up, exposing her red lace panties. She threw her head back, overcome with anticipation."Please," she said, her voice h
The guest of honor was late. Everyone mingled in the pre-launch party, wondering where Amelia was. She was the one, after all, who had put this whole thing together. And to say they were impressed was an understatement. Celebrities, influencers, famous artists and writers, movie stars, reporters – it was an eclectic group. All over the world, millions more were waiting for the livestream to begin. “Don’t be such a glutton,” Vivienne said, slapping Sofia’s hand. Every time the waiter came by, Sofia reached for whatever was being served. Vivienne was tired of watching her stuff her face with appetizers. “What do you care?” Sofia scoffed. “Mother, Sofia,” a voice came from behind. They turned to see Gabriel. He was dressed in a dark, Italian silk suit. He kissed his mother on both cheeks. Sofia leaned in for a kiss but he ignored it. Whatever, Sofia thought. I have someone else now. Sofia looked across the room and winked at Lucas, who was stan
“I knew it!” Asher spat out. “I knew you had feelings for him!” Then he turned to Alfred. “My own brother? Really?” “We didn’t plan it,” Alfred said. “Honestly, I never meant to fall for your fiancé. As a matter of fact, I never meant to fall for anyone!” “I’m so sorry, Asher,” Olivia said. “But we’re in love. If I hurt you, I’m deeply sorry.” Gabriel, Logan, and Mercy stood by, watching the dramatic scene play out. They were all afraid that Asher would make a scene. He couldn’t exactly shift and attack Alfred, not with this many humans around. So they waited to see what he would do. Asher stared at Alfred, their eyes locked. Then, to everyone’s surprise, Asher lowered his head. “It’s fine,” he sighed. “I guess it makes sense. You’re both a little quirky. And irresponsible, if you ask me. You’re a perfect match.” Then he did the unthinkable! He held out his hand to shake Alfred’s. “Congratulations, brother.” Alfred acce
Mercy had seen Logan return from the bathroom and she watched as he went straight for Sephora. Mercy saw Sephora slip him something, and then saw Logan leave the party. She knew where he was going – to take more Mascu, and part of her didn’t blame him. He was addicted. But when she saw Sofia follow him out, she excused herself and trailed them. She hadn’t expected to see Logan in wolf form, nor to see him licking Sofia. Logan whined when he saw Mercy, his Mercy, with her strong, beautiful eyes. She wasn’t looking at him with anger, or shock. She had pity in her eyes. This was enough to snap him back to his senses. He released Sofia and shifted back, covering his private parts with hands. “I’m so sorry, Mercy,” he said, shivering from the cool night air. “Sofia, go back inside,” Mercy instructed. Sofia was glad to get away from this ‘shit show’ as she called it. She scampered away. Mercy went to Logan and held him closely. The drug still ripp
Olivia was in the wings as Mercy ran in, out of breath. “Where have you been?” Olivia asked. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you! The show’s about to start. Mercy, you’re a mess.” Mercy tried to smooth down her hair. Olivia ran up to her. “Mercy, that’s not the dress we chose. We agreed on the black velvet one, remember? And where’s your violin?” “Never mind what I’m wearing,” Mercy said. “This dress is fine. My violin is right here.” Mercy walked to a box in the wings. “I put it here before the party.” “Olivia,” a contestant said. “Uh, my costume ripped again.” The contortionist lifted her arm to reveal a large rip in the armpit of the unitard. “Oh jeez,” Olivia said. “Okay. Come with me. I’ll fix it.” “Olivia! I can find my shoes. The ones with the heels? Like we practiced!” “Right,” Olivia said, already threading a needle. “There you are. Olivia, I forgot the words to my song. Like, I dunno