Novel & Cerita Moira X Mercy

If he was searching for the misery in my soul, then I guessed he would find it, along with my resignation. "Just k__kill me already." My voice had no soul. I had already come to the fact that I was going to die, there was no need for him to prolong it. A smile crossed his face, but it lacked life. " Beg me for mercy, I might just spare your life." Was he taunting me? He believed fully well that I was Ethan's partner in crime, why would he want to spare me? "Beg me!" He commanded, his voice striking like a whip.

"What a shame, my dear Mr. Fairbank. From this moment on, Silver Key Holdings no longer exists in Faeloria." Laurence collapsed to the ground, utterly broken. As for Mabel, I had originally planned for her to end up begging on the streets, but I hadn't expected Harland to deny her even that chance. By the time the paramedics arrived, Mabel was pronounced dead. Harland was facing a lifetime in prison for murder. With everything settled, I walked up to Sky and pulled her into a hug. "Thank you, Sky. I know you've been helping me all along. I appreciate everything you've done for me."

"You're not dead... you're not dead... I knew you weren't dead..." Tears streamed from his eyes, but they weren't tears of sorrow. They were tears of ecstatic joy. A sudden flame of hope in the darkness of despair. He reached out a trembling hand, trying to touch the face on the screen. "Wait for me... wait for me, Lucia... I'll find you..." The news continued. "Ms. Morrison currently serves as the Royal Healer for the European Healers' Guild, and is also an honorary consultant for the Blackwood family..."

"Give it back." He tore the protective charm off, threw it to the ground, and ground it under his heel. "What makes you think anyone would want this piece of trash? I wouldn't want it if Maisie hadn't given it to me." Grandma's kindness and blessings were trampled on just like that. A piece of the protective charm broke off, and the charm's surface was marked with deep scrapes. Anger, grief, and despair exploded within me all at once. I shoved Dash to the ground and punched him again and again until Maisie screamed for us to stop.

The brown table, the yellowed wallpaper, the moldy, paint-chipped window—colors rushed back. I clawed at the table and twisted my hips. The moment I opened my mouth, the pooled drool splattered onto the table. “Nngh!” A moan I couldn’t believe came from me spilled out, and the intense pleasure made my head jerk up. My eyes widened, tears dripping down. The man laughed at my reaction. He rammed his cock between my cheeks and watched me tremble. “This is a dry orgasm.” He whispered in my ear. I didn’t know what that meant.

“Stand.” Wrath doesn’t. “Mother commands.” Two words. The pack hears them. Mercy takes a step back. Rowan’s hand goes to his blade. Not to draw on Wrath. To draw on me. “Stand down,” I snap at everyone. At no one. The gold light is gone from my arms, but the weight of it stays. “No one’s commanding anyone.” “Are you sure?” Moira asks. She’s still smiling. “Look at them, daughter. The Hollow know their queen.”

And in the center of it all, two people faced each other like opposing storms. A man, he was tall, broad-shouldered, with the same golden eyes every Veyrath seemed to have. The first heir. And a woman who could only be Moira. She was beautiful in a terrifying way wild dark hair, eyes that burned with power, wearing robes covered in symbols that writhed and moved. Her hands crackled with dark energy. “You killed her,” Moira’s voice was raw with grief. “My daughter. My child. She did nothing to you, and you slaughtered her like an animal!”

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

Not anymore. The moment we landed on the hellhound territory outskirts, I was hit with the overwhelming scent of dragonfire and earth magic, warm, steady, ancient. Dylan’s people. A crowd was already gathering, stepping aside respectfully as their Queen strode forward. Moira was radiant. Golden hair braided over one shoulder, her presence commanding without needing to raise her voice. The way her people looked at her was the way the hellhounds looked at Kai, like she was something more than powerful. She was theirs and then she smiled at me. Not the polite smile of a stranger or ruler, but a soft, soul-deep smile of someone who already knew me. Like she’d seen what I’d done for her son, what