Mercy

Lying in bed next to August was comforting in a way Mercy couldn’t quite put into words, despite the fact that she was unsettled deep within her soul. She knew that she would be until something happened between herself and Alpha Rider. August felt responsible for her like it was his battle to fight for her. But Mercy didn’t feel that way. She knew she’d have to face him herself, and when she did, she’d have to put the matter to rest once and for all.

August’s arm was around her waist, and he had her pulled tight against his chest. Even facing away from him, his manly scent...