Alex J Mercer Mga Nobela at Kwento

A strong she-wolf, there’s a rumor about her, but that’s a story for another time. Next is… Mercimer Marx (25) Alpha of Eternal Blaze Pack. The youngest Alpha here. Always calm and collected, he is also the nicest. He has reddish brown hair, blue eyes, and a freckled face. A look that could melt anyone's heart. Then, Hercule Perrimont (34), Alpha of the Penumbral Sturgeon Pack. He doesn't speak much and doesn't entertain anyone: a silent type as the term says. He handles the pharmaceutical side of the Manor. He has shoulder-length wavy black hair.

“Slower. More transparent. But they’re still pursuing the same endpoint.” ​“And you?” Dominic asked. ​Mercer looked at him. ​“We don’t chase patients.” ​Alex raised an eyebrow. ​“You sent a package to my house.” ​“Yes,” Mercer said calmly. “Because you were already in motion.” ​Silence stretched for a second. ​“What do you want from us?” Alex asked. ​Mercer didn’t hesitate. ​“Nothing immediate.” ​Alex frowned. ​“That’s not how this works.”

JAX I want to tear this dude’s fucking face off right now. It’s taking everything I have to hold my wolf at bay while I keep him pinned against the wall by the throat, trying to piece together in my mind what the fuck just happened. This guy is a reserve squad recruit- I think his name is Tommy or Tony or something? And I could’ve sworn he was dating Quinn’s friend from Stillwater, so why the hell would he be putting the moves on Quinn?

“Luna Alex. Alpha Jaxson. So nice to see you again after all these years.” Alex tries to regain her composure with who she sees standing in front of her, it’s a challenge but she manages just so. Alpha Jaxson can tell she is tense so he does what any good Alpha and mate would do, he reaches out to be polite and shakes hands with none other than Alpha James, with his mate Jessica standing by his side and his son on his other side. “Alpha James. It has been a long time. Welcome.”

he said, “Do you know how dangerous it is. Even for wolves and you’re just a human,” “Thanks for saving my life. I’m grateful for that, but you don’t have to worry about me,” The man gazing at me as if I’m a wonder. “Who are you? Why are you here?” I asked. “I’m Alex and I live around here,” he said. “What’s your name?” he asks me. “Serena,” “Serena, where are you from?” The way he said my name, made my heart race. “I’m from Silver Fangs pack,”

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

"You certainly know how to cause a stir. Bringing your employee as your date? It’s... unconventional." "She’s more than an employee, Mother," Alexander said, his tone warning. But then, the man beside her stepped forward. Arthur Mercer was a mountain of a man, with a face lined by decades of power and a pair of eyes that were far warmer than his wife's. This was the first time I had stood face-to-face with the patriarch of the Mercer empire. He didn't look at me with judgment. He looked at me with an intense, quiet interest. "So, you’re the woman who’s been turning my son’s boardroom into a battlefield," Arthur said. His voice was a deep rumble that commanded the space.

“Stay with them.” Then he sprinted after Mercer. “Alex!” Alicia shouted. But he was already gone into the flashing red emergency lights. The stairwell echoed with pounding footsteps. Mercer moved faster than a man his age should have. Alex gained on him two flights down. “STOP!” Mercer glanced back once while descending the stairs. Calm. Almost amused. “You still don’t understand what you’re protecting,” he called back. Alex jumped the last four stairs at once and slammed Mercer hard against the railing.

"He doesn't know what you're actually capable of now." "And who am I fighting?" Rafe asked. Juno checked the filing. "Magnus named the physical champion separately. Conscription means Rafe is legally bound to participate, but the opponent is—" She stopped. "Juno," I said. "Dax Mercer." She looked up. "Blackclaw's top fighter. He was in the Final today. He's twenty-six, ranked first in the territory's combat circuit for three consecutive years." I'd seen Dax Mercer on the grid. Big, fast, technically excellent.

Victor looked stunned. Actually stunned. Richard lowered his eyes briefly. Ashamed. That surprised Aria most of all. The older man stepped further into the boathouse while rain crashed behind him. “My name is Adrian Mercer.” The name visibly affected Richard. Fear. Real fear this time. Mercer’s gaze settled on Aria once more. “Miss Hale, unfortunately your existence continues complicating matters.” Aria forced herself not to step backward. “You killed people because of financial records?” Mercer smiled faintly.