Alex J Mercer Novels & Stories

the announce. Squealing, Alexa does a few paces across the room before she stayed quiet, go back to kneeling in front of the television like it was a God send. All I can think to do is stay stock still and hope that maybe, maybe this was all some prank...Anything but being chosen for this thing. "Our first nominee...Macie North!" The sigh that came from Alexa was clearly irritable. I didn't know her, which made me assume that she is from another part of the Pack.

The second was broader, quieter, with a battle-hardened look and a serious expression. “Kai Rivera,” the charismatic one said, nodding toward me with an easy smile. “Marcus’s right hand, best friend and the only person here with actual taste in music. Good to finally meet you, Alex. Heard you gave those lab rats hell even while drugged up. Respect.” I managed a weak smile. “Alex Sterling. Thanks for helping get me out of there.” Kai leaned against the wall casually. “Hey, anytime. Boss was ready to tear the whole building apart with his bare hands. I have never seen him move that fast. Almost felt sorry for those guys. Almost.”

Perfection, that is all I could say about my life with Jake now. Everything was too perfect as if...it wasn't even real like it was all just a dream that could be snatched away if I dared to blink an eye. Jake was everything I have ever dreamed of, he was too handsome with a body built for a Greek God but he worked for it day and night. Working out was like something werewolves had to do without even thinking about it, they just did it because it's in their nature. Jake cared for me, I couldn't complain really but ever since he found out he was born of royalty he has been...distracted.

“Mercer’s got a gambling problem. The kind that puts people in body bags when they don’t pay up. He throws his weight around like he’s somebody, but he’s just another punk who thinks he’s untouchable. He borrows money left and right, always making promises he can’t keep. He’s not just living off what Aurora made, he is deep in the hole, owing all kinds of people favors. Dangerous people.” Emilio’s eyes darkened. A leech. A reckless liability. Men like Shawn Mercer were the kind of filth Emilio despised most parasitic, feeding off others until there was nothing left. Wiz continued, “Word is already hot on the street that his little honey pot has flown the coop, and Mercer’s been getting despe

-Cherie- I don’t want to turn around because I know I’m going to crumble into little pieces in front of the man I did not want to meet so soon. But I mustered up my strength to face the absolute legend, Alpha Kai Volkov. Even in his old age, the man looks like a powerhouse. I see where Creed gets his stature from because this man is massive - I feel dwarfed just looking up at him! Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with combat boots, he seems awfully at ease. His long blonde hair, now silver, is braided down his back, crow's feet and wrinkles marr his face but he doesn’t seem like an elderly man.

“That’s convenient—” “I know how it looks, Nero, but I have proof,” he growls before handing me his cell phone. “The acquaintance is the Alpha of a pack who no longer exists. A week after using my jet, someone slaughtered his entire pack. At the time, I thought he needed my help to get away from something bad, but now it looks like someone was tying up loose ends.”

They looked at Jack, dressed in his plain casual clothes, as if he were a gladiator about to be thrown into the arena, their eyes filled with ridicule. "Mr. Miller, I've heard so much about you," Alex said, swirling the whiskey in his glass, the ice cubes clinking. He pointed to a state-of-the-art trading terminal nearby. "The equipment is ready. Begin your performance. Let us witness the miracle of a tenfold return in a week." Hailey nervously tugged at Jack's sleeve, whispering, "Brother-in-law, hurry!"

Also—tired of being his daughter. After the presentation, Alex found her. "Your last name is Mercer." Not a question. A statement. "Yes." "Marcus Mercer. The CEO. He's related to you?" "He's my father." Her gaze fixed on Alex. Processing. To put it simply, your dad is the chief executive officer. Furthermore, you failed to bring this up?How would your treatment of me have changed if it had? You have no idea. Very possibly. I would say so. Alex deftly stroked his locks. For the past two months, Elena and I have been collaborating. I've been behaving toward you as if you were an employee. A peer.

“Keep playing the game at the level you’ve been fighting—chasing after criminals, exposing corrupt officials, thinking you’re making a difference. Or…” He stepped closer. “You go after the real enemy.” Lena forced herself to remain still, to keep her voice calm, calculated. “And let me guess—you just happen to have a way in.” Mercer smirked. “You know me so well.” Jessica shifted uneasily. “This… this doesn’t make sense. Why would you help us?” “Because I like being alive,” Mercer replied simply. “And the way I see it, if I stay on my current path? I don’t stay that way for long.”