Mercy Watson Series Novels & Stories

Standing right outside the big doors of the mansion, he ordered his man and introduced them to her that they will be attending to her from now own, a driver and two bodyguards since she still hasn't chosen one after the death of her former bodyguard, she just can't find herself trusting someone like she used to trust him, they lived like a brother and sister. Just when she was about to leave she saw Niomi watching them over her window, she waved at her and the woman waved back with a wide smile on, Bohden was facing her so he wasn't aware that his mother was watching them behind them, he was curious and wanted to turn his head to see who she was waving at. Just in time Avyanna wrapped her ha

Sometimes not being a telepath sucked. “I am,” he was amused and teasing her. “That Diane has a crush,” Aislen pushed. He opened the door onto the required door and ended the conversation. As they stepped out into a foyer, they found Meguitte and Connery standing facing Mercy, who had a small, wheeled suitcase at her side. Mercy looked vastly different to what she had in the past. Meguitte hadn’t just given her a haircut, she’d dyed her hair blue, cut it off in a chin-level bob, and Mercy was dressed in jeans and a dark knit top which set off the electric blue to perfection as well as putting emphasis on her blue eyes.

If he was coming after me, then he would have to break down two locked doors. I flipped on the shower and waited for the water to heat, trying to process what had just happened. Every woman's erotic fantasy had just come to life. I shrugged. Well, maybe not the wolf part. But walking out to the living room with a gorgeous naked man lying on the futon was... unreal. The stuff made of fantasy... or paranormal romance novels. Pushing the thought from my mind, I stripped down and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water calm me down, since I appeared to be on an adrenalin high.

"And if you’re wondering why her wolf is so small and broken... I had Dr. Mercer inject her with silver-serum every moon-cycle. Her growth is stunted. Her organs will fail before she sees forty winters." Madison thrashed against the iron chair, her vocal cords straining against the wolfsbane. "The ancestors will hunt you down! My mother will tear your throat out for this!" "Let her try," Victoria hissed, her voice dropping into a flat, lethal register. "Chain her to the rigs." Miles away, at the base of the sacred burial grounds, Avery had finally intercepted Hudson's scent, guided by Grant’s tracking coordinates.

Something that was rather unsettling. And Murphy who I had stopped giving blows, because I suddenly had this pity for him because he looked like he was going to pass out, used that opportunity to send his fist flying directly into my face. Something which caught me off guard, and sent me flying to the floor. He gave me three hard punches, and then left. After that, I went out to smoke some cigarettes. Because it did render help to torpor and apathy. And I saw the girl a kid. This time, she was putting on a cashmere pink sweater, plain blue jeans, and sneakers. Looking all dressed up for school, with her backpack slung on her back. And was heading towards garage where three cars were parked.

Mercy pulls her hand away and grabs Leticia’s wrist, yanking her forward. Her teeth and claws fully extend. Leticia tries to move back, but Mercy has a firm grip, piercing her claws into Leticia’s skin. Mercy is a Beta female. Her features are larger and more pronounced than unranked wolves. She’s also stronger than most females. She can also be cocky. Her attitude sometimes puts her in ‘bite off more than you can chew’ positions.

Rebecca leaned closer. “What about Zurich?” Mercy struggled to breathe. “Don't open the box…” “Why?” Mercy's eyes filled with fear. “Because Ethan isn't waiting for you.” Rebecca froze. “Then who is?” Mercy whispered the final words before losing consciousness. “Your mother.”

Lexa gives me the most furious look as Ryan carries her back inside, and I wait, and wait, and wait for Misty to come out… but she doesn’t. It’s Mercy slipping through the door instead, her dark green eyes shining in the moonlight as she shakes her head. “She’s not coming tonight. She wants to sleep. Be careful, okay?” I nod, resigned, and turn from the packhouse, grabbing my halter and bow where I’d left them hanging over a lantern post.

He extends his index finger slowly, and hell comes swooping down on me. Mercy storms over to the table, her teeth grinding and steam coming out of her ears. “Where the hell have you been?” Larissa and Naomi exchange a startled look as Mercy goes on a rant worthy of reality TV. “You just disappeared and didn’t come back? What the fuck is wrong with that? Your da — oww!” She leaps back and then glares at me. “Did you just kick me?” “Is something wrong?” Mercy finally turns her attention to Larissa and glares. In my mind, I know that Mercy will have no problem taking Larissa in a straight-up fight. But Larissa is the beloved sister of a vicious crime boss who just walked unscathed out of explod

If you enjoyed this world, it would mean a lot if you: - Leave a rating or review Tell a friend who loves stubborn heroines and complicated wolves Let me know in the comments who you’d like to see next (Naomi & Cassian? Kade? Future‑Rowan?). This isn’t the end of my stories—or of this world. But it is the end of *this* arc: Lilah Hart Vale, once “the Alpha’s human,” now Luna, mother, mate, and never again anything anyone can own but herself. Thank you for walking the path with her. With all my gratitude, **Mercy V** ---