Alex Mercer Vs Cole Macgrath Novels & Stories

“We’re expanding our sports section. Real stories. Not stats and scores — heart, resilience, grit. The stuff that keeps readers hooked.” My pen hovered. “You mean profiles?” “Exactly. A new series: The Heart of the Game. I want you to lead it.” I blinked. “Me?” “You connect with people. You make athletes sound human, not heroic. That’s rare.” My throat tightened. “Who’s first?” Dana smiled — that knowing, slightly wicked smile that usually meant trouble. “Ethan Cole.” The pen slipped from my fingers. “Sorry — who?” “Cole. Charlotte Monarchs’ new forward. His comeback story’s gold. He’s in town for a youth charity event this weekend — Spectrum Center. You’ll get an exclusive.”

She crossed her legs, resting the warm ceramic against her knee. The next twenty-four hours would fundamentally alter the collegiate landscape. Jeremiah Ashford, the untouchable captain who had boldly threatened Luca, was about to watch his entire legacy burn to the ground over an unsigned document. Athena Cole, the resilient, arrogant coach who thought she could rebuild her career from the ashes, would find herself permanently exiled from the only sport she knew. A slow, highly satisfied breath escaped her lips.

I smirked triumphantly at him as he stared at me in shock. "How-how did you do that?" He asked as he stretched out his hand for me to help him up. "I'm a fast lear-" I was cut off as he pulled me down, pushing himself up and on top of me, taking me completely off guard. It was his time to smirk. I didn't miss the growl that came from Ace, as footsteps came closer to us. "Not fast enough princess" Zack smirked, feeling as if he'd won. I quickly kneed him in his stomach, taking the advantage of his crunched position to flip him over my shoulders, taking him by surprise once again.

he says. Cole looks between us. “You two always this friendly?” Nash answers without looking at me. “He talks too much.” I shrug without a second thought. “You hit too late.” Ryan immediately perks up. “Oh we’re doing this? I like this.” The table erupts. Cole nearly chokes on his beer. “Jesus, Mercer came in hot tonight.” Ryan snorts, “I don’t know what happened between you two but I’m very happy about it.”

Stepping back beside her son, spiderly fingers cupped her chin as her eyes continued to study me. "What do you want from me, Alec?" My voice was raspy from lack of use. "I'm going to take everything you took from me. Let you feel the pain you caused having my mate killed. Then when the moon is at its fullest, I'm getting my mate back." He hissed at me. Glancing at his watch, he turned to Cordelia and Elias, "The others should be coming along soon, and we can go ahead and get started."

"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.

She thanked her coaches and teammates for setting the stage for her exceptional performance and emphasized her single-minded focus on clinching the first-ever championship for the Outlaws. In the heat of the moment, Alexandra also thanked Jeremy, her coach, and trainer, for his invaluable guidance. Jeremy's experience in the North American Football League had been instrumental in her preparation for the season. She inadvertently let slip their unlabelled romantic relationship, a fact that had so far remained a well-guarded secret to the general public as the team and close friends knew.

Even though Joe was bigger than Alec, Alec was the Beta and had more power. I aimed and waited. There was no way I was going to leave Alec to fight solo when he rescued me. They rolled around the ground, both trying to find purchase to shift the fight into their favor. I didn’t take my eyes off the target. I waited until Alec rolled on top of Joe, clawed hands around his throat, squeezing tightly.

One of them was Dean Mercer. The other was Ryan Cole, the teammate I’d seen with him earlier. Neither noticed us immediately. Ryan was in the middle of a story and delivering it with enough enthusiasm for both of them. Dean carried his equipment bag over one shoulder and listened with the patient expression of a man who understood that friendship occasionally required enduring long stories. Both wore Easton tracksuits. Both looked exactly like the kind of athletes universities built marketing campaigns around. For one embarrassing second, my brain stalled. Not because Dean Mercer was attractive, although objectively speaking, he was annoyingly attractive.