Mercer Frey Novels & Stories

The next day, Loveth went to the most famous department store along with Jennifer . Wesley's pesonal assistant Jeniffer Grim had booked an appointment with a personal shopper for her as Wesley instructed . "Call me Sandra ,'’ said the grinning redhead who admired Loveth intensively '‘And then tell me what it is you’re looking for.'’

he added. Xenoah laughed before formally standing up and facing it. "I'm sorry Fredd but we need to go." sorry he's droning here. The man smiled and nodded. Xenoah opened the door again and waited for me to enter before turning into the driver seat. The two even talked before he finally boarded. "You look famous ah?" I winced. "Well, I'm just one of the best lawyer in town baby. What would you expect?" he said shrugging. I was just frustrated because I couldn't tell if it was true or just arrogance.

Freya would have felt pity for the Anomaly, if the thing hadn't nearly torn her limb from limb just a moment ago. Certain that the Summoned Beast could handle the Anomaly, Freya turned to her saviour. He sat on the edge of a rock a few feet above, black coat flying in the breeze, with a disinterested expression on his irritatingly handsome face. Jester Lee. Master Necromancer. Rookie of the Year. Every woman's unattainable fantasy. Arrogant prick. "You're late," Frey said, making her way up the slope towards him. "You're ungrateful," he replied, looking even more disinterested than before.

JACKSON The moment I see the headline that something inside me has split cleanly, quietly, like a bone snapping beneath skin. I stand in the kitchen, still in my workout clothes, sweat drying on my skin while my world burns pixel by pixel in front of me. MIRA MELIŚ SIGNS HISTORIC MERGER WITH HOLT INTERNATIONAL. MIRA MELIŚ BECOMES THE RICHEST FEMALE CEO IN EMERGING MARKETS. DAMIEN HOLT PRAISES PARTNERSHIP: ‘SHE DESERVES A THRONE NO ONE CAN TAKE.’

She didn’t even know if that was better than death at this point. Whatever he meant by being his slave didn’t sound good at all. The three Omegas stood before her. The older one was named Merilyn, she had tight features and a pinched mouth. The other, younger and wide-eyed was Kiera. A pretty omega who looked dead in the eyes. Another younger one named Kiera grabbed her first. Freya was handed over to them like livestock, and they didn’t spare her a second of care. “She stinks,” Merilyn muttered as she led Freya down the hall. “I don’t know what our Alpha’s thinking. Should’ve burned her in the dungeon.” Freya muffled her gasp. She wasn’t expecting such comment.

I turned around slowly. Freya stood near the doorway, holding a digital chart against her medical coat. She was twenty-three, a junior neuro-researcher assigned to my mother's private floor. She was breathtaking in a quiet, effortless way, with long, dark hair tied back loose, warm almond eyes, and a soft, genuine smile that seemed entirely out of place in a world dominated by grief and cold tactical calculations.

There was a soft knock on the door and a young boy appeared, "Is the Archon Alpha back to normal?" Dom turned around, "Yes, Freyge. You may come in." Freyge was the healer werewolf, an omega of the pack who tended to the werewolf’s health. What he couldn’t match in combat, he provided in healing. Freyge stepped into the room and surveyed Valencia silently. “How’s the wound now?”

“Then why were you reluctant to return again and not lie low?” “I just cannot show up again when it is confirmed that I’m a Mercator. I can’t even believe that I own such a place as this. How much more on earning people’s attention that the Oneil they knew has gone into this.” Frederick never had encountered a person with amnesia. But he understands his master now. He can only assure Oneil that he will help. “Don’t worry, Sir. Everything will return to normal. I just hope that you will not blame me for what took me so long to bring you back here.”

“It’s true. They actually gave you an office.” I stood slowly, matching his energy—not with hostility, but with the calm steadiness I’d learned in kitchens and conflict alike. “I didn’t realize I needed your blessing,” I said. Bryan scoffed, stepping further inside. “Let’s cut the niceties, Freya. You were a caterer. You planned parties and made miniature tarts for weddings. Now you’re here in one of the biggest corporate towers in the country acting like you belong.” My jaw tightened, but I refused to let him see any flicker of insecurity.

With all my gratitude, **Mercy V** ---