Mercy Watson Series Novels & Stories

​Before the nib touched the paper, the heavy double doors of the penthouse study burst open. ​Harrison Vance walked in, accompanied by two armed private security guards. But he wasn't looking at me. His face was pale, his composure shattered for the first time in his life. ​"Lucian," Harrison said, his voice flat with horror. "Put the papers away. The SEC isn't coming for Seraphina." ​Lucian turned around, his brows drawn in confusion. "What are you talking about?" ​Harrison held up a tablet, his hand visibly shaking. "The federal warrant just hit the system. It's not for her. It's for you."

My wolf claws scrape against the inside of my palms, itching to break through skin as my broad, plus-size body shifts into a dominant posture. Grayson Mercer freezes, his thumb hovering over the edge of his glass. His eyes flare with a mixture of raw disgust and lingering shock as he looks at me. Standing in the doorway of Camden Whitaker’s private top-floor office at Whitmore Global Holdings, I don't look like the broken, pathetic female he abandoned at the pack border.

Or maybe I’d only just started noticing. Something was simmering beneath the surface. Not the usual sharp edge no, this was quieter. A slow leak. A hairline crack in the dam. He blinked. Slow. It cost him something. His hands gripped the handles of Orion’s chair tightly, the knuckles pale and trembling just barely. He never used to shake. “…We’re going this way,” Alex muttered, steering Orion forward. The mermaid was bundled in a thick blanket, tail obscured beneath another layer drenched in seawater. He didn’t seem to mind. Orion never did, always too busy marveling at the world, finding wonder in the cracks.