LOGINMercy Maddison Montgomery was your average 21 year old on the surface. Her older sister had already left home and settled down with her high school boyfriend. Her two younger siblings were a constant annoyance. Underneath it all she was sad and alone. For some unknown reason the man who raised her won't allow her to call him dad. She also looks nothing like her siblings and they were just different with her. Nothing she did could please them and anything she might need was a burden to them. Always a calm sweet girl who kept her nose down and mouth shut. Until the dam breaks that is. Raised in a world of humans, Mercy travels north into the land of magic and beast. To the north there are three alphas unlike any other. Not just because the power they truly hold but because they are identical triplets who share a pack. They guard the world of men from much darker creatures and in the north they are the most feared and powerful alphas. Mercy isn't something they are familiar with. So what happens when Mercy is exactly who they are fated to.
View MoreThe morning air smelled of crisp woodsmoke, roasted squashes, and the heavy, sweet scent of fermented apple cider.A quiet, festive bustle transformed the stone courtyards of the Citadel as the Northern Ridge Pack prepared for Samhain—the ancient harvest festival that marked the transition from the golden light of autumn to the dark, freezing grip of true winter. It was a time to honor ancestral spirits, lay down winter provisions, and gather warmth before the heavy blizzards sealed the mountain passes.Massive iron cauldrons simmered over open braziers in the lower yard, filled with thick venison stew and spiced root vegetables. Pack elders and children worked side-by-side, stringing dried apple garlands, bundles of dried sage, and sweet mountain berries across the high arched wooden walkways.I stood on the upper terrace, pulled close against Xane’s solid frame as his arm wrapped possessively around my waist to shield me from the biting ridge wind. Beside us, Xion and
The ride back through the mountain passes under the twilight sky was quiet, save for the rhythmic crunch of hooves against the deep snow and the howling winter wind. When our vanguard passed beneath the iron-reinforced gates of the Citadel, the tension of the frontline melted into a profound, bone-deep weariness. Guards stationed along the parapets lowered their blades in silent, reverent salute, their expressions filled with hard-won awe. We had held the line. The Scourge probe had been shattered. Once inside the privacy of our upper suites, the heavy veneer of command slipped away. Xane unbuckled his iron pauldrons with a heavy sigh, letting the metal armor drop onto the stone floor with a dull clatter. Xenon sank onto the edge of the large fur-draped bed, his broad shoulders slouched slightly, while Xion leaned against the stone window frame, his breathing slow and measured as he rubbed a hand over a shallow gash across his forearm. Even with victory ours, the toll of channelin
The roaring iron hearth at the center of the Great Hall cast a warm, golden glow across the long oak tables, chasing away the bitter chill of the mountain night.Tonight, the Citadel's grand hall wasn't filled with the tense clatter of armor or the heavy whispers of war strategy. Instead, the air was rich with the mouthwatering scent of roasted venison, spiced cider, and sweet hearth-baked bread. Lanterns filled with clean-burning pine oil illuminated the high cedar rafters, where evergreen boughs still hung from the coronation.At the head of the central table sat Xane, Xion, and Xenon, stripped of their heavy military plating, wearing comfortable dark tunics that mirrored the relaxed, unhurried atmosphere. To my right, Patience and Eli laughed quietly, sharing a platter of roasted root vegetables while arguing good-naturedly over the last piece of spiced honey-cake."If you steal that potato, Eli, I'm telling Xion to double your push-up drills tomorrow," Patience tease
The winter sun rose pale and clear over the jagged peaks of the Northern Ridge, casting long shadows across the frosty training grounds of the Citadel.The air was crisp and biting, smelling faintly of crushed pine and woodsmoke. Down on the lower stone terrace, the sound of wooden swords clattering echoed rhythmic and sharp against the mountain walls.Mercy stood at the edge of the stone gallery, wrapped in a dark fur-lined cloak that framed the glowing silver runes at her neck. Beside her, Xane leaned against the balustrade, a thick parchment ledger of pack trade routes open in one hand, though his silver-flecked eyes were fixed intently on the yard below.Down in the snow, Xion was putting Eli through a relentless series of defensive pivots."Lower your center, Eli!" Xion called out, his voice carrying effortlessly across the yard. He tapped Eli’s wooden blade lightly, sending a vibration up the boy’s arm. "If an Alpha lunges, you don't fight their force directly—
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