Novel & Cerita Sienna Mercer

"Her immune system is weakening. The Siren's Affliction will progress faster. You must be more vigilant. Remove all hard surfaces from your home." Liam's eyes grew wet. "I understand." The doctor's words only solidified his decision. The moment the door closed, he called his assistant. "Get Isla enrolled at the Institut Alpin in Switzerland. Money is no object. Handle her transfer and enrollment immediately." He turned to a dazed Elara and pulled her into a gentle hug. "It's alright, my little siren. She'll be gone. You'll never have to see her again." Elara looked up, a strange emptiness in her gaze. "Good." A deep, cold sorrow filled me. You won, Elara. No one will ever steal your spotligh

Not exhaustion. Anticipation. Because she was done being afraid. Done being the victim. Done letting other people dictate her story. She was Aria Chen-Mercer. Daughter of Marcus Chen. CEO of Hale Industries. Wife of Leon Mercer. Survivor. Fighter. Warrior. And whatever Titan Holdings threw at her next, she'd face it head-on. Because that's what warriors did. They fell. They bled. They lost. But they never quit. Never.

But now that she was here, who was I kidding? Of course, she wouldn’t have the slightest clue. The woman sitting in front of her was Jordyn Mercer, a whole different face than the one she knew years ago, Sienna Manor. Sienna Manor died the day I left that city, and Jordyn Mercer was what I built after. “You’re pretty too,” I said with the most sincerity in my heart. “And I’m sure that’s the reason he chose you.” It wasn’t obvious then, but it is now. I’d like to think that he was afraid to let the world know about us. But seeing it now, Vanessa was too pretty and influential to be left behind rather than I.

Adrian’s voice came through the earpiece. “Eyes on target. She’s not alone. Armed male, approximately six-foot-two. Looks like ex-military. Facial ID confirms: Kane Mercer. Known assassin. Has taken out six targets in the last year. No survivors.” Sienna’s stomach turned. “She’s talking to him?” she asked. “Not just talking,” Adrian replied. “She’s giving him something.” On the screen, they watched as Cecilia handed over a photo. It was blurry from the angle. But Sienna already knew what it was.

’ Sierra raises her eyebrows as she asks what has been in mind all along. I can feel there is more to this charming omega than it is upfront. Unapproachable curiosity dances in her eyes. Sweet or not, she is a serpent and you commit any dreadful sin out there but you do not pick up her interests for nothing. She’d crawl the moon and back till she digs in the details. I feel slightly bad for the omega here. Although Sierra might seem a harmless little thing with her subtle features, and charming smile. At five-two, she is fucking Queen Serpent.

I knew that he didn't want that to happen. Sienna’s voice was calm, even, but sharper than any blade. The way she looked at him, at the man who’d started all of this, who’d hurt so many, who’d shot her sister, it was colder than anything I’d seen in her eyes before. I’d seen her strong. I’d seen her scared. But I’d never seen her like this. Not until now. And god help me, it made my chest burn with pride. It made me want to show the whole world that this was my Luna. It made me regret every moment that I lived breaking her.

"You’re pretending not to care? Your heart is bleeding, Jack! You were planning a ceremony! And now, not only have I taken your man, but I’m going to make sure that old hag in there has nowhere left to run. Once I—" CRACK. The sound of my palm hitting her cheek was like a gunshot in the quiet ward. Sienna was thrown to the floor, her hair splaying across the tiles. "Lin Zhixia!" she screamed, using my old birth name to insult me. "I’ll rip your throat out!" "Dr. Mercer, thank goodness you're here! Did the surgery go well?" The voice of a nurse outside made Sienna freeze. She didn't attack; instead, she collapsed back onto the floor, pulling her clothes into disarray as the door flew open.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, dirt, and despair,and rotten boots. “This is where you belong now,” Sienna said, not having left my side since Damon’s command. I finally learned her name Sienna. Clearly, she reveled in her power as the Beta female of Nightfang. She held my arm, drawing me forward without Mercy. “Listen well, stray. You’re nothing here. To eat, you’ll have to work for it. To live, you’ll obey. Step out of line, and I’ll ensure you suffer.” Suppressing my anger, I acknowledged, “Understood.”

I just hope this doesn't mess with my plans. "Yes, boss." Morice replies before ending the call. I sighed, not sure whether from relief or despair. I could tell that something was wrong. Sienna wasn't impulsive like this. Yes, she liked to fight. But when we first met, I could tell she had a goal in mind. She wanted others to see that she wasn't a dainty princess that relied on others to protect her. Rather, she was a strong and powerful goddess that didn't need a man to fight for her.

I was unpleasantly surprised when I came downstairs. Sienna was standing in my kitchen looking at me like she wanted to kill me. She is my brother’s and Alpha’s best friend. She is 25, just like my brother and Alpha, and she has been hanging out with them since childhood. Now, she is clinging on to them like they are a lifeboat. She was devastated when she found out that neither my brother nor Alpha were her mates. That didn’t stop her from trying to become Luna. She is always around Alpha, proving herself and trying to convince him to take her as his chosen mate.