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stormblessed95 · 2 years ago

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Alpha bf????? What are people even talking these days?

Jikook are real people, please anons stop such weird narratives. Cringe.

My favorite Alpha Boyfriends post because you gave me the excuse!

Charles Cornick - Alpha & Omega by Patricia Briggs

"Anna gave Charles a shy kiss on the cheek and strolled out of the room without a backward glance. Until she reached the doorway, and then, in full view of the curious who'd had the courage or discourtesy to linger in the auditorium after he'd dismissed them, she kissed her palm and blew it to him.

And despite... or because of their audience, he caught it in one hand, and pulled the hand to his heart. Her smile dropped away, and the expression in her eyes would feed him for a week. And the expressions on the faces of the wolves who knew Charles, or knew his reputation, would make him laugh as soon as no one was watching."

Adam Hauptman - Mercy Thompson series by Patricia Briggs

"It's only fair to warn you that you sealed your fate tonight. When you knew you were in trouble, you came to me. That makes twice, Mercy, and twice is almost as good as a declaration. You are mine now.... Ben says you might run. If you do, I will find you and bring you back. Every time you run, Mercy. I won't force you, but. .. No more excuses, Mercy. You are mine, and I am keeping you."

Clayton Danvers - Bitten by Kelley Armstrong

What’s this?” Nick said. “Bedtime?”

No one answered him. I kept my eyes closed.

“You look positively content, Clayton,” Nick continued, thumping down on the floor. “That wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Elena is cuddled up with you, would it?”

“It’s cold in here,” I murmured.

“Doesn’t feel cold.”

“It’s cold,” Clay growled.

“I could start a fire.”

“I could start one, too,” Clay said. “With your clothes. Before you get them off.

Ox and Joe - Wolfsong by TJ Klune

"It’s not destiny, Ox. You’re not bound by this. Not yet. There’s a choice. There is always a choice. My wolf chose you. I chose you. And if you don’t choose me, then that’s your choice and I will walk out of here knowing you got to choose your own path. But I swear to god, if you choose me, I will make sure that you know the weight of your worth every day for the rest of our lives because that’s what this is. I am going to be a fucking Alpha one day, and there is no one I’d rather have by my side than you. It’s you, Ox. For me, it’s always been you.”

Trent Kalamack - The Hollows series by Kim Harrison

"The want for that kiss had shocked him more than the interruption, and he fell back into the chair, cool and nonchalant as Quen came in with his questions and demands. He wasn't sure if he believed he'd really helped, but one thing was very clear. He wanted that again, that feeling of standing with her against all odds and succeeding. He wanted it so bad, he was going to risk destroying everything he and his father had worked for. He should walk away. Right now. But as she was ushered out the door under David's arm, all he wanted to do was follow her. What the hell was he doing, falling in love with her"

Andrew Minyard - All For The Game by Nora Sakavic

"Andrew had nearly killed four men for assaulting Nicky and would have broken Allison's neck for hitting Aaron, but when it came to crimes against his own person Andrew couldn't care less. He held his life in less regard than he did anything else. Neil hated that with a ferocity that was nauseating."

Scarlet & Wolf - Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer

"Wolf, are you asking me to be ... your alpha female?"

He hesitated.

Scarlet couldn't help it - she burst into laughter. "Oh - I'm sorry. That was mean. I know I shouldn't tease you about this."

Still grinning, she made to retract her hand, but he was suddenly gripping it, refusing to relinquish the touch. "You just look so scared, like I'm going to disappear any minute. We're stuck on a spaceship, Wolf. I'm not going anywhere."

His lips twitched, his nervousness beginning to ease away, though his hand stayed tense over hers.

"Alpha female," he murmured. "I sort of like that."

Beaming, Scarlet gave a mild shrug. "It could grow on me."

Percy Jackson - PJO series by Rick Riordan

"Very slowly, using only two fingers, Annabeth drew her dagger. Instead of dropping it, she tossed it as far as she could into the water.

Octavian made a squeaking sound. “What was that for? I didn’t say toss it! That could’ve been evidence. Or spoils of war!”

Annabeth tried for a dumb-blonde smile, like: Oh, silly me. Nobody who knew her would have been fooled. But Octavian seemed to buy it. He huffed in exasperation.

“You other two…” He pointed his blade at Hazel and Piper. “Put your weapons on the dock. No funny bus—”

All around the Romans, Charleston Harbor erupted like a Las Vegas fountain putting on a show. When the wall of seawater subsided, the three Romans were in the bay, spluttering and frantically trying to stay afloat in their armor. Percy stood on the dock, holding Annabeth’s dagger.

“You dropped this,” he said, totally poker-faced"

It can be fun when it's fictional 😍🥰 Jimin and Jungkook aren't actually fictional though. They DID stare in 2 fictional stories though. HYYH BU and 7 fates: Chakho. And yes, all these recs above (except the last 2) have some toxic energy to them. Lol

#alpha book boyfriend energy #half this list is actual werewolves books #the other half is just that alpha protective energy we all love so much

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sondrawr · 2 years ago

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Adam: Are you making any resolutions for the new year?

Mercy: Yeah, I’m resolving to just wing it and see what happens.

Adam: So you’re staying the course?

Mercy: I stick to my strengths.

#mercy thompson #moon called #patricia briggs #incorrect mercy thompson quotes #incorrect quotes #mercyverse #adam hauptman #source: calvin and hobbes

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supernatural-lawyer · 5 months ago

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Supernatural Politics

Kyle had been to the pack house on many occasions. And none of them for social calls either. It said something, that the shifter that opened the door for him, recognized him immediately. And that made him preen a bit.

He stepped into the foyer causing a scuttling sound as some of the younger shifters ran away from him. Jumpy little things, weren't they? Kyle sighed, He knocked once of the familiar office door and let himself in.

Adam, was seated at his desk. Looking quite pleased with himself, until he saw Kyle. "Mr. Brooks." He greeted a little stiffly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

And Kyle knew that it was certainly no pleasure. Neither for him, nor for the man sitting behind the desk. His lips spread into a smile. A practiced smile. His lawyer smile. The smile that said, 'You are so screwed.'

Adam raised a brow in response. "That so?"

"Absolutely." Kyle answered, making a show of slamming his briefcase onto the top of the desk. He flicked open the latches and opened it. "It would seem you've been a very naughty boy, Mr. Hauptman. Very naughty indeed."

The wolf however remained smug. Amused even. If he was amused by Kyle that meant he probably wouldn't try to eat him. Which was a good thing. "I wasn't aware pack happenings fell on your radar."

"A concerned citizen contacted me." Kyle replied with a sniff. Knowing better than to mention anything about Josie. He retrieved a few files and tossing them haphazardly at the alpha. He caught them was ease, one handed even. Kyle smiled again. "And as I am sure you are aware, there was a human involved. Therefore, it becomes not true pack business. But my business as well."

He'd struck a cord, probably the comment about the human. Considering said human was actually his daughter. To which Kyle merely shrugged.

"What are these?" Adam asked, voice gruff. He tapped a finger on one of the file folders.

"I'm glad you asked." Kyle replied, draping himself over the seat accross from him. "You'll find a detailed medical report on the boy you attacked, and he is a boy, Adam, barely 18 years old." He fixed him with a cold stare, not quite challenging him, but only just. "A nephilim. Surely. But are not nephilim merely products of their upbringing? They are raised to be soldiers, to protect, to serve. And it makes them incredibly hot headed and stupid. Impulsive, naturally. But not any real danger to you and yours, so what the hell were you thinking of?"

Adam, to his credit, actually considered his question. "He directly challenged me. In my territory. In front of my people."

Holding up his hands, Kyle gave him an exasperated look. "And thus he is condemned to die? To face trial by the Clave? For protecting a human. His job. Your daughter. Who, by the way, is 18 now and by human law an adult. Therefore is allowed to choose who and whom she spends her time with. Even if its an infuriating boy who is so obviously not right in the head. You'll find his profile in that other folder, by the way. Real piece of work, that one. But I digress."

A silence fell over them for a long time. Adam, flipping through the documents Kyle provided. Which Kyle knew he would. He, Josie and even Micah spent the night before putting together a very thorough documentation. Complete with pictures. Because, Kyle liked pictures. They helped get his point accross.

Angry. But not so much so Kyle needed to worry about cowering before his invincible greatness. Which Kyle wouldn't do anyway. The cowering. It tended to wrinkle his suit.

"Pack Law is barbaric. It's old fashioned and misogynistic. And nephilim are under no obligation to abide by it. You know damn well you are strong enough to control your beast in a challenge, Adam, so what is it you are really so angry about?"

The alpha fixed him with a glare. "I don't take kindly to people coming in and telling me how to run my pack. Or, as it were, taking care of my daughter."

Kyle huffed out a breath. "So let's just send a message out to the world, so you can beat your chest in outrage and howl at the moon, shall we? Because lord forbid anyone have an opinion that might not match yours."

He tossed the folders back on the top of the desk. His gaze hard and unrelenting. But Kyle met it anyway. Because Kyle would not be intimidated. Not when he knew he was right.

"The Bone City will destroy that boy, Adam. You know it, too. And if you have any intention on ever looking into your daughters eyes again. You will be the bigger man I know that you are. And you will recall that ridiculous sanction. And let that boy go. He nearly died, that's punishment enough for whatever offense you supposedly took."

It was the 'supposedly' that did it, Kyle realized. There was a twitch in his lip. A very slight movement. But it was there. And Kyle knew that he'd just won.

"Well, played, Brooks." Adam said, his voice a purr. "Well played."

Kyle preened a bit importantly. Damn right it was. "Next time you want to see me, Mr. Hauptman. A simple call for an appointment will more than suffice, don't you think?"

Adam just shook his head.

"I will take great pleasure in calling the Institute myself and telling them they can back down." Kyle told him, getting to his feet, busying himself with repacking his briefcase. Then, he added. "You have a hole in your wall...did you know? You might want to fix that. It depreciates the value of your property." And with a flourish of his arm that would have done credit to Magnus Bane, he stalked out of the office. Leaving Adam chuckling after him.

#and.....bow

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fromthedeskoftheminister · 2 years ago

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We’ll Meet Again

Part ? of ???

The first bit written of a very elaborate urban fantasy mystery story that uh also happens to be a Hetalia x Mercy Thompson/Alpha and Omega (Patricia Briggs) Crossover. Disclaimer: I own nothing. Im playing with toys in a sandbox and if you wish to share in the story thats all g by me. Read on AO3 Old friends in New Places: In which a Wolf finds like folk and Bran finds that Asil is Omega Catnip. Or something like that.

The scent had finally faded and the wolf whined with loss. He had known it was a long shot. What had he expected following a half remembered scent that he had encountered half a continent away several months ago. Perhaps expected was the wrong word. Hoped was better. He had hoped that the pair he‘d encountered who had smelled equally of wolf and human could help. And that they would. But now all was lost. The scent had finally given up the ghost. Bereft there was only one thing to do. Complain. Loudly.

But before he could let loose his sorrows to the skies, a chorus of howls rang out through the night and then faded away leaving him with trailing echos. The wolf stood perfectly still. Had he imagined it? No. No he had not, he realized and his tail started wagging in joy as the howls started up again.

Well then. He didn’t know how far away they were, farther than he could travel in a night by the sounds of it, nor did he know if the other wolves were normal or more like him and those he’d been trying to find. But… it didn’t matter, he rationalized as he plunged through the underbrush. He’d done sillier and stupider things in the past with much less to go on.

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"Bran, have you seen Sam? One of the kids got into something and it’s left a funny rash."

"When you say kids do you mean the kid kids or one of the new wolves?" Bran asked, looking up from the book he’d been reading. "Actually, why would I have seen Samuel? He left to go bother Mercy yesterday."

"Uh, human actually. In a twist of irony, I’m talking about the new vet. Are you sure that Sam’s not here?”

"Yes. What’s going on?"

Tad looked incredibly confused. "I could have sworn that I saw Samuel sleeping on Charles and Anna’s porch this morning."

"Why on earth would he do that? He has a key, but they’re not in town either. They’re handling the Seattle conference for me. I thought they had given Samuel a ride.” Bran mused as he closed his eyes and reached out within the pack senses. The pack was mostly content, some still tired and slightly sore from the run last night, he might have to go easier on the newer wolves next time, faint confusion from the wolf in front of him, sparkles of good natured delight and companionable grumbling from several different folks in town. He stretched his senses slightly further. There were Charles and Anna, his muted discontent, pride and joy and her exhilarated fear, excitement, and happiness. Most likely Charles was trying to do something to impress her, possibly fancy tricks with the plane. But no Samuel near them.

Instead Samuel seemed to be happy and content, mixed with a little longing, and some mild exasperation very close to a veritable knot of conflicting emotion of uneasiness, respect, mild annoyance and love. Ah. He was very familiar with that particular tangle of emotions. Adam Hauptman. With Mercy somewhere in the vicinity probably. None of them anywhere near Aspen Creek.

So what was… a sudden spike of alarm that split turning into terrified concern and mildly angry befuddlement had him falling out of the pack sense and into himself as Sage came tearing down the hall catching herself on Tad at the last second "Bran what the hell is wrong with Samuel?"

"Absolutely nothing as far as I know. He’s with Mercy”

Sage paled. "Then Who the fuck just ambushed Asil?"

"What?!“ Bran stood, shoving his chair back before striding out the door. Tad and Sage following closely behind, Sage still talking.

"I don’t know!!! A large white wolf, looks exactly like Samuel, doesn’t smell like anything, tackled Asil into the middle of Main Street and then tore off into the woods."

"The witch?“ Bran murmured, very confused. But no that wasn’t possible. Anna had killed her when he, Charles and Asil had been ensnared by her powers. And then they had burned the body. And according to Asil she had been the last of her coven, several hundred years ago. Though that didn’t necessarily mean she had not taught anyone else during that time. If this was revenge it did make sense that it had taken whoever this was a little while to track the pack down. He reached into the pack sense again, easily locating the knot of exhaustion and grumpiness that he normally associated with Asil. That was as present as it ever was but there was none of the resignation or bone deep terror that Bran expected. Instead, all he got was surprise, a little bit of anger, and even more confusingly peace and playfulness. So, probably not the witch nor a member of her coven if she had even had one. He let out a breath that he hadnt realized he was holding. Well that was something to be thankful for at least. There was no apparent danger other than the obvious of a strange wolf running around in his territory but that was easily dealt with. Asil wasn’t too far away, somewhere in the woods behind the house and Bran turned to the two following him. "Other than bothering Asil, you said the stranger was friendly?"

Tad shrugged while Sage frowned, and Tad spoke. "Ive not interacted with him at all, just mistook him for Sam at a distance"

“Sage?” Bran asked as he wandered out the back door, barefoot. He wasn’t in quite as much of a rush, but stopping for shoes was still a hassle he didn’t want to deal with.

She sighed and followed him across the yard. “Friendly enough, I suppose. He completely ignored me, just ambushed us on the way to the hothouse, bowled over Asil, bowed in play, and then took off towards the woods the minute Asil got up.”

“Well, we’ll find out if this stranger means harm soon enough. Keep your senses sharp, they’re around here somewhere.” Bran said as they moved through the trees.

In actuality it didn’t take too long to track the pair down. The sounds of a scuffle and mock growls led the trio to a clearing that was often used as a starting point for the full moon runs. Which made it a very good spot for an ambush. A quick couple of hand signs had Sage and Tad drawing back ever so slightly and Bran drew his presence into himself as he snagged a seat on one of the fallen logs near the clearing’s edge.

The first thing he noticed was that it didn’t seem to have worked completely. The ear twitch and slight pause in movement were pretty clear indicators of that, but the wolf never turned to look at him and instead kept their attention on Asil who kept the game of… keep away, it seemed, going. The second thing Bran noticed was that Asil was still human. He wasn’t entirely sure why, it could have been due to a need to keep the game even, a desire to talk, a need to not kill the intruder, anything really but for some reason this was important. Third, Bran could see why the others had mistaken this wolf for his son. The stranger, whomever they were, was a huge pure white wolf. It would be one hell of a coincidence if they had blue eyes as well, although Bran personally thought that if that were the case there was more likely some sort of magic at play. A heavy thud drew his attention back to the clearing and Bran winced reflexively as the wolf finally knocked Asil down. Yet instead of going for the throat to end their mock battle the wolf instead scrambled atop Asil, taking advantage of the prone position to wrestle the branch from his hand and flop down, eyes closed and tail awag.

There was a moment of stunned silence that Bran used to get his first good look at the other wolf. From this close it was obvious that this wasn’t Samuel. While neither of them had markings of any sort, the strange wolf was somehow a different shade of white than his son. There was also the concerning fact that this new wolf was on the skinny side for someone their size and their coat was a bit thin for this early in the year. If he had to guess, the wolf had had a few very harsh winters and was teetering on the edge of starvation. Still the blindingly white fur wasn’t patchy or matted and they clearly had retained enough sense to self to play. The silence occasionally punctured by heavy breaths was eventually broken by a soft huff of laughter from Asil as he caught his breath. "All right Amigo, you win.”

The wagging of the tail grew more pronounced and Bran got to his feet.

“Nice fight.” He said and the tail stopped moving, and the wolf atop Asil shifted ever so slightly and Bran found himself staring into a pair of bright crimson eyes. Well. Not a doppelgänger at all. An albino wolf. That was unusual. Hopefully it was strange enough to make the other easy to identify and figure out why they were here. Still, the wolf wasn’t backing down and Bran didn’t look away. He was not going to let some strange wolf play dominance games on his turf. It was as easy as breathing to bring that part of himself to the forefront and he absently noticed the tension rising in his other wolves but if anything the stranger looked even less impressed than before and to Bran‘s astonishment they yawned in his face before turning to look down at Asil with an expression that could only be described as “Can you believe this nonsense?”

Bran blinked, stupefied, then snorted, carefully scenting the air. For some reason he was only picking up scents of his own pack and the forest itself. Still the behavior was enough of a clue "Only you, Asil.” He said ruefully, picking his way through the clearing to stand at the pair‘s side. "Only you"

Asil and the strange wolf traded looks, before Asil voiced what they were clearly both thinking. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

“Through all my years I’ve met a few omegas, but somehow I have only ever met them one at a time. And here you are somehow befriending 3 separate omega werewolves.” He extended his hand to help Asil up as the wolf atop him cocked his head at him.

"He’s an Omega? Really?" Asil shook his head as he stood and looked down at the other wolf. "Did you know that?" he asked and the wolf shook his head.

Bran huffed in pretend disappointment. He shouldn’t have been surprised as he was. Anna hadn’t known anything either and he doubted the Austrian Omega that he had heard about knew much more. "Well, we should probably fill you in on that in addition to whatever it is you’re here for. Speaking of, Asil are you going to introduce us?"

The pair traded another look and Asil shrugged. "If I could, I would.”

Bran looked at Asil and then down at the wolf “You don’t know who this is?”

Asil made a so so gesture with his hand the other going to rest on the Wolf’s head. "We’ve met, I think? There was a battlefield? We fought." He added with certainty. "And…" He blinked then looked down at the wolf, watching as he spoke very hesitantly "There was a eagle?" The wolf perked up at this but Asil shook his head. “Lo siento, amigo. That’s all. I know I know you. Your scent is familiar but it is not quite… I know I know it, yet…” he trailed off then asked “Were you a wolf when we met?”

There was a considering silence, as the wolf cocked his head very obviously thinking it over and then gave a very human shrug.

Asil looked at Bran “I have no idea what that means.”

“Another thing to figure out, I suppose.” Bran said as he looked down at the wolf. “Well if Asil doesn’t know your name to introduce you, mind introducing yourself?”

The wolf blinked, stepped forward to nose at his hand then very pointedly looked into the forest.

“All right, that’s fair enough I suppose.” Bran said crouching down and offering a hand, gesturing with the other. “I’m Bran, the alpha of the Aspen Creek pack. You obviously know Asil,” Bran smiled as the new wolf cursorily sniffed his hand then turned to face the new arrivals. “And that’s Tad and Sage”

Another perfunctory sniff, barely enough to get a measure of their scents by Bran’s reckoning but that didn’t stop Sage who stepped closer. “Hi!” She said cheerfully, hand outstretched, and this time the wolf gave her a dubious look but did indeed take a deeper sniff. “I'm Sage Carhardt, but I think you caught that. And you’re the second omega werewolf to wander by in the past few years. Seriously Asil, are you catnip or something for Omegas? This is a bit silly at this point.” She said with a smile and good natured teasing.

Asil for his part shrugged. “It may have to do with the fact that I treat them as capable people rather than putting them on a different pedestal than anyone else.”

“We don’t do that.“ Sage protested, and Asil raised an eyebrow and the wolf huffed.

"There are few enough Omegas that most do. Still I don’t know why he came to me, and we won’t unless he decides to tell us himself"

All four people in the clearing turned to look at the wolf next to Asil.

"He does have a point" Bran said, "We can’t help unless you give us something to work with. Do you mind introducing yourself now?"

The wolf snorted then got up and pulled away from the group slightly, which spoke well for their state of mind. Shifting was not a painless process and hurt werewolves tended to lash out.

It would possibly also help if they all were not staring at the changing stranger. Turned slightly, to give the appearance that they were instead watching the forest, as some sort of guard, Bran kept his other senses attuned to the new wolf. Based on the sound, the shift was going as smoothly as a shift ever went when one’s entire skeletal and musculature were undergoing a radical transformation, when a rising scent caught his attention and by the audio clues things started to go horribly wrong. Unable to help himself, Bran turned hoping that there would be something he could do to ease whatever was going on only to end up staring in horror.

The wolf had barely reached the midpoint in his shift, hunched over but mostly standing on two legs, shoulders broad, arms too long for his frame with wicked albeit useless claws capping his fingers and drool dripping from a mouth full of fangs looking every part the stereotypical Hollywood monster when Bran found himself growling. He frowned, unable to stop himself and poked at the feelings. Frustration, exhaustion, desperation and determination had him on edge along with a growing horror and resigned terror that he was still trapped. The stranger absolutely was an omega werewolf, projecting as he was, and a fairly old one too, Bran realized. Anna, while powerful and talented didn’t quite have the control needed to project as clearly as this stranger did.

As Bran and Asil watched, the wolf tried again, straining with all his might against the magic that allowed the shift. The sound in the clearing stopped suddenly and Bran felt foreign hope that maybe this time he had gotten it when the scent of a new wolfs first moon change abruptly flooded the clearing and the sounds of the shift abruptly resumed and the hulking monstrosity fell back into a more familiar lupine shape. The woods were silent save the sounds of heavy breathing and a few very hesitant bird calls, just on the edge of his hearing range. Bran blinked and turned to stare at the mystery that had brought himself to his doorstep. The strange wolf met his eyes evenly as he laid there panting, reeking of magic, exhaustion and desperation and Bran was once again sent reeling by the projected emotions. A quick glance at the others showed that he was not the only one. All of his wolves in the clearing were.

“Well.“ Bran said, shaking himself slightly, as if that would dislodge the projected emotions, but more so to bring his own under control. "I see now why you were not too keen on introducing yourself. Does that happen every time you try to change?"

He was entirely unsurprised to receive a nod in response. "All right. Well, come along then." Bran said moving back towards his house. He kept talking, slightly relishing in the surprise he could feel from behind him. "Let’s get you fed and we'll see what we can do about getting your… Curse? Taken care of. I’ll make some calls, but just so I have an idea of where to start, did you happen to piss off any witches recently?"

#gilbert beilschmidt #bran cornick #asil moreno #sage carhardt #hetalia fanfic #mercy thompson fanfic #alpha and omega fanfic #by which i mean the series by patricia briggs yall which existed long before the trope #mainly because its based on an outdated understanding of wolf hierarchies but what can you do #fix it #i can fix it this is fanfic #and im gonna try but also i dont do terrestrial creatures #crossposted to ao3

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pagebypagereviews · 2 months ago

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Patricia Briggs' enthralling narrative prowess shines once again with the release of "Winter Lost," the fourteenth installment in the beloved Mercy Thompson series. A staple in the urban fantasy genre, the series has consistently delivered heart-pounding action, intricate world-building, and a fiercely independent protagonist in Mercy, who continues to navigate the dangerous waters of a world filled with werewolves, vampires, and fae. With "Winter Lost," readers are plunged back into the treacherous, snow-laden terrain of the Tri-Cities, where new threats loom as large as the winter chill that blankets the supernatural community. "Winter Lost" offers not only an escape into the rich tapestry of Mercy's world but also addresses the ever-relevant theme of survival against insurmountable odds. It delves deep into the psyche of its characters, showcasing their resilience and the bonds that tie them together, all while confronting the perennial problems of identity, alliance, and the dire consequences of power left unchecked. Briggs ingeniously intertwines the comfort of familiar faces with unpredictable twists, ensuring that even long-time fans are kept on the edge of their seats. This latest book explores the intricate dynamics of a world in which the line between friend and foe is often blurred and survival often comes at a cost, posing a complex problem for Mercy and her allies: how to protect their home without losing themselves in the process. Plot The plot of "Winter Lost (Mercy Thompson Book 14)" enthralls readers with a blend of supernatural intrigue, personal struggle, and thrilling action. This installment sees Mercy Thompson, a shapeshifting coyote and mechanic, embroiled in a life-threatening mystery as the story unfolds during the harsh, unforgiving winter months. Mercy's tenacity and survival instincts are put to the test when she encounters a new, enigmatic enemy whose power seems to defy the natural laws of the magical world she inhabits. The storyline intricately weaves multiple plotlines, taking readers on a rollercoaster journey through Mercy's life, which is replete with unexpected twists and harrowing confrontations with the supernatural. The narrative raises the stakes with the introduction of a sinister artifact, the implications of which threaten not just Mercy, but the entire Tri-Cities area. To add depth, Patricia Briggs expertly integrates Mercy's personal growth alongside the central conflict, showcasing her resilience and the evolution of her relationships with other characters. Characters The character development in "Winter Lost" is as robust as ever, with Mercy Thompson once again at the forefront as the protagonist. Mercy's character shines through her unique abilities, moral compass, and her unwavering commitment to those she loves. Alongside Mercy, the book features a cast of well-rounded characters, each with their own intricate backstories and motivations. Prominent figures include Adam Hauptman, Mercy's werewolf husband, whose loyalty and strength are pivotal to the narrative; the enigmatic vampire Stefan, whose complex alliance with Mercy adds layers to the plot; and the resourceful fae, whose cryptic interests and allegiances provide a fertile ground for tension and intrigue. New characters introduced in this installment deliver fresh dynamics and challenges to Mercy's world, enhancing the rich tapestry of Briggs' character universe. Each character's personal journey intertwines with the main plot, creating a nuanced narrative web where relationships are tested, alliances shift, and identities are explored against the backdrop of an unforgiving supernatural world. Writing Style Patricia Briggs' writing style in "Winter Lost" continues to captivate with its clarity, engaging voice, and fast-paced prose. She masterfully balances detailed descriptive passages with brisk dialogue, ensuring that readers are immersed in the world without being overwhelmed by exposition. The narrative seamlessly incorporates

Mercy's first-person perspective, giving readers an intimate view of her thoughts and emotions, thus fostering a strong connection with the protagonist. Briggs uses humor effectively, lending a lightness to the otherwise dark and suspenseful plot. Her skill in blending the everyday with the fantastical is evident in how the mundane aspects of Mercy's life juxtapose against the supernatural elements, grounding the story in a relatable reality despite its otherworldly setting. Briggs' precise use of foreshadowing and adept control of pacing maintain tension throughout the book, propelling the story forward and keeping readers invested in the outcome. Setting The setting of "Winter Lost" is a character in its own right, bringing a chilling atmosphere that underscores the narrative's tension. The Tri-Cities area, familiar to followers of the series, becomes a frozen tableau upon which the drama unfolds. The harsh winter landscape is more than a backdrop; it introduces new challenges for the supernatural and human residents alike. Briggs does not shy away from using the setting to affect the plot directly; the icy conditions and blizzards serve as obstacles and influence the characters' decisions and movements. The contrast between the warmth of Mercy's home and garage with the biting cold outside reinforces the sense of danger lurking just beyond the safety of well-known spaces. Additionally, the visceral descriptions of the environment ensure the reader feels the biting cold that serves as a silent antagonist, giving the novel an immersive, visceral feel. Unique Aspects "Winter Lost" stands out in the urban fantasy genre with its unique aspects that have become Patricia Briggs' signature. One of the most notable features is the careful integration of Native American folklore with European mythology, creating a rich and differentiated mythos that adds depth and originality to the Mercy Thompson series. The novel explores themes such as identity and belonging, particularly through the lens of Mercy's heritage and her role in the supernatural community. Furthermore, Briggs' approach to depicting a matriarchal werewolf pack challenges traditional gender norms typically associated with werewolf lore. Another distinguishing characteristic is the blend of detective noir elements with paranormal activity, providing readers with a hybrid genre experience that keeps the series feeling fresh and engaging. Additionally, the book's portrayal of non-traditional family structures, and the emphasis on the importance of chosen family, touches on contemporary social dynamics, lending the series a modern and inclusive edge. Similar to Winter Lost (Mercy Thompson Book 14) Book Review ```html Winter Lost (Mercy Thompson Book 14) Pros and Cons table width: 100%; border-collapse: collapse; th, td border: 1px solid black; padding: 8px; text-align: left; th background-color: #f2f2f2; .pros background-color: #e7f5d4; .cons background-color: #f9d6d5; Pros of Winter Lost (Mercy Thompson Book 14) Cons of Winter Lost (Mercy Thompson Book 14) Continues to develop beloved characters, deepening readers' investment and interest in their story arcs. Relies on established character relationships, potentially alienating new readers who aren't familiar with previous books. Expands the series' lore with new supernatural elements, keeping the long-running series fresh and intriguing. The introduction of new lore might be overwhelming for some readers, and potentially confusing if not carefully followed. Delivers a fast-paced and engaging plot that keeps readers hooked from start to finish. A fast-paced plot can sometimes sacrifice the depth of storytelling or character development. Author Patricia Briggs maintains a consistent narrative voice that fans have come to know and love. The consistency in narrative voice might feel repetitive to some readers after numerous installments in the series. Incorporates themes of loyalty,

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Hey! I really like your Alpha and Omega fics. You said that you take requests so if you ever have time could you write an alternate universe fic where Charles gets to spend some time courting Anna instead of immediately taking her to Montana (which is something he mentioned wanting to do in On The Prowl)

“No, you definitely cannot do that.”

Samuel’s voice was boiling over with amusement on the other end of the phone call as Charles described his predicament.

“And da said what?”

“Send her to Adam.” Charles closed his eyes, thoroughly defeated by the sound of his brother’s cackling laughter and his own predicament.

Over the moon infatuated, that’s what he was. He couldn’t get the look in her eyes out of his mind when he told her that he would be back. It was killing him not to already be back, but there were things to sort out and paperwork to handle now that Leo and Isabella were dead.

Anna. Brother Wolf reminded him of her name, as if he could forget any piece of her that she’d share. Mate.

“What does my sister-in-law want?” Samuel was laying this on thick for his benefit.

And yet, was good to hear him laughing. It put Charles at ease just as much as it put him on edge.

What did Anna want? He had only asked her a million times. She didn’t want to stay in Chicago, even with Boyd she was—not broken. Anna wasn’t broken.

She was hurting.

A pang of guilt struck him for having left her, but it was just as much for her benefit. The Omega settled the wolf, but Charles was finding the man a problem which was not something he was used to dealing with.

Gut instinct told him to take her with him. Anna was hurting and anxious in a pack that had caused her harm before. When he ran the idea by his da, he’d received a goofy grin—he could hear it in his voice—and a reminder that creating a situation where she was entirely dependent on him was manipulative and, given the circumstances, cruel. Same issue caused the next best thing (furnishing her apartment and putting food on the table) to be shot down. He got by with getting her a better job, but that had been against his father’s advice as well.

Because somehow being the reason she got the job was also detrimental to her mental health and general well-being. His brother had only just agreed with everything he had already had thrown back in his face by their shared parent.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t ask her?”

Charles had asked, and that was part of the dilemma, too. She hadn’t been in a good mind space when he’d suggested coming to Montana and then she had felt guilted into it. When she felt confident enough a few hours later, she brought it up again and said she might like to stick around a little longer.

Take a trip out to her family now that her nightmare was over.

That she didn’t want to stay in Boyd’s pack longer than she had to, but that following blindly just because he told her how he felt didn’t put her any more at ease.

“I don’t think, at this time, that she is of sound enough mind to make a decision like that.” Charles said finally. “And she feels she would like to learn a little more about it all before she jumps headfirst again. They kept many secrets from her. And that’s how it stands.”

“You mean to do this properly then,” His brother was definitely still grinning. “Da is right. Adam’s would be safest.”

Adam would be safest. Of course, there were still plenty of downsides. Adam was relatively recently divorced and unmated, so he was entirely unspoken for. Charles didn’t think Anna would find that to be a problem, but he certainly felt it was going to be a problem. Adam Hauptman was, as he understood it, not at all unattractive.

There was also the matter of that wolf there who had unsavory problems, Charles thought his name might have been Ben. Ben lived there, that was one to look out for.

Then there was his brother who Charles suspected wasn’t quite well, though his energy in this conversation suggested otherwise.

The image was already forefront on his mind of Samuel sitting far too close to Anna for Charles’ own comfort. He bit his tongue to keep from growling at the thought of Samuel’s arm around her in a vision that hadn’t even happened.

There was rustling on the other end of the line.

“Everything ok?” Charles came back down to earth for the moment.

“Can’t ever find anything in Mercy’s place. I’m not sure how she survived before I started putting forks back in their proper utensil slots.” Samuel snorted.

That explained the metallic clinking he was hearing, then.

And it also reminded him of another precarious detail about Adam’s and what sending Anna there entailed.

Mercy. Aptly named, if you looked at those whose lives she had touched, except maybe his brother’s.

“Where would she live?” Charles sighed finally, giving in.

They were both right. Adam’s would be safest short term, even if he wanted Aspen Creek to be best for her. He did hope it would be short term.

Samuel hummed some tune that Charles recognized innately but blocked out with his own thoughts.

“She could bunk with Mercy. Small room, but it might do her good to have a female roommate.”

“Mercy doesn’t do well with female wolves,” Rather, most female wolves didn’t do well with Mercy. “It would be impolite to ask her to put one up in her home.”

Charles suspected that might have been Leah’s doing and not Mercy’s own ability to get under everyone’s skin in a lovably, very-coyote fashion. Nonetheless, it would make Mercy uncomfortable.

And this was of course forgetting that Mercy was already sharing in more ways than one. Samuel had stolen her spare room and Adam shared her back fence.

Asking for more of her was in poor taste.

“Adam’s is out of the question even for a little?” Samuel tried. “He has a daughter she might like, you said she’s young. Adam would give her plenty of space and he wouldn’t step on toes.”

It didn’t matter if he wouldn’t “step on toes” so to speak. Charles would feel like his toes were being stepped on, regardless.

“If she was ok with it, maybe.” That was a lie and even over the phone his brother knew it and laughed, but this time it didn’t sound quite right.

Charles would circle back to that later when he had time to consider it.

“If you’re worried she can be stolen, maybe try wooing her a little better, brother.”

“Isabelle liked Adam.” Because his brain supplied the information.

Samuel laughed again, but this time for real.

“Isabelle would have taken any wolf with a heartbeat to her bed.” That was true, too. “If she hadn’t tried to sleep with him, I understand that she and Christy may have gotten along.”

Apparently, Samuel was calling to mind the same incident.

He was stuck at square one again.

“What do you want me to suggest?” Samuel sighed, but then he added, “Adam has a wolf who calls herself Honey. Her mate, Peter, is submissive. She could feel safe there.”

Charles knew Honey. She and Peter both were old, submissive wolves tended to live long lives, and they’d crossed paths a few times.

“Would Adam suggest it?” Charles questioned, thinking about the possibility very seriously.

There were boxes to check before they could even get that far. The Tri-Cities weren’t the perfect spot as far as location accessibility, but he could pull off the commute. He would happily pull off the commute for Anna’s sake.

Samuel said something along the lines of “probably” while Charles was lost momentarily in thought. Somewhere on the other end of the call was the distinct sound of a key scraping into a lock and the familiar “click” of said lock releasing before a door opened.

“Do you always lock Mercy out of her own home?” Charles asked just as Samuel was greeting his roommate.

Mercy stilled, he could tell without being in the room because he suddenly didn’t hear her. Any phone call he had with his brother was done intentionally when Samuel was either in the car or Mercy wasn’t home. She was prone to be a little skittish, their coyote.

Or, if he were being honest, she was more prone to being angry.

“Charles called to tell me some great news,” For all intents and purposes, Samuel sounded incredibly casual and unbothered by Mercy’s clear discomfort.

“Which is?” Mercy sounded not the least bit interested, but at least she took the bait.

“Family reunion, Mercy,” His brother told her. “Charles wants us to meet the new sister-in-law.”

Closing his eyes, Charles tried not to wonder if the kiss he had just heard was on the lips or on the forehead. It could go either way with Samuel and it wasn’t a relationship he needed all the information on in this moment. In fact, he was actively trying to stay out of it and hoped his father knew what he was doing.

They’d almost lost him already. Mercy might be a death sentence.

“Oh, Mercy, it’ll be like the good old days!”

Mercy had groaned.

Were there any good old days? Charles thought wryly about the crashed car and the peanut butter. There was the time she’d forgotten to close the pasture gate. Couldn’t forget the mystery of the missing left shoes. The disaster that was his father discovering Samuel and Mercy’s plot to run away—Charles still wondered where Samuel thought he would be able to disappear to that they couldn’t find him fast enough. Once upon a time, she had numbered no less than thirty-four toy ducks. There might have been more than thirty-four—they were currently numbered up to 1076, but they doubted there were that many. Only thirty-four were discovered.

Charles had been almost disappointed in Mercy at the time when he learned that they hadn’t been real ducks.

There was, of course, the Watergate Scandal. That might’ve been a “good old day”, he supposed with a small smile. The three of them had laughed, at the very least. Hundreds of tiny cups of water peppered the floor like little landmines. Mercy had started the trail at the front door and meticulously covered the entire home, including the basement stairs. They were pretty sure she exited over the garage and hopped down off the roof there, but Charles himself had never asked.

Leah’s scream of frustration could have been heard for miles when she came home the following morning. His father had come straight home from his business trip to see what the fuss was and to make Mercy clean it up. The Marrok then proceeded in through an upper story window thinking the water was only blocking the door.

He was wrong.

Charles and Samuel had helped Mercy clean up that prank. They might have indirectly been involved with the acquisition (and storage) of the millions of cups.

Memories of Mercedes were a strange combination of fond recollections of innocent pranks and then reminders of her delicate mortality and trusting nature. Those that fell into the latter category made him grit his teeth and wonder how none of them had succumbed to heart attacks or aneurysms. Surely, the frequency at which they’d had them should be deadly even to werewolves.

“Are the good old days in the room with us?”

Charles found himself hiding a smile from no one. He was alone in his home after all.

“We’ve had plenty of good times.” Was that an intentional double entendre or was Charles reading too deeply into a circumstance he still didn’t understand?

He couldn’t decide and thought maybe it would be best if he didn’t try and work that one out. He would come to learn more than he necessarily wanted to know if this all came to fruition.

“Wait, did you say ‘sister-in-law?’”

***

Very little went according to plan, as was typical with Mercedes Thompson. It was only a few weeks later that Charles found himself in the car with Anna on their way to Mercy’s trailer home.

Apparently, years of emotional abuse from the Marrok’s mate had not dampened her desire to help when someone needed it—even when that someone was a female werewolf.

“Oh, so she’s your sister!” Anna smiled brightly.

Charles’ heart warmed. He loved it when she smiled, the way her eyes seemed to sparkle and the edges crinkled upwards. She stuck her tongue between her front teeth sometimes, when she was trying not to laugh, and it was so obvious she was laughing anyways. It made him want to laugh aloud just from watching her.

“She might not like that comparison,” He shouldn’t have been smiling, but hers was so contagious. “Mercy didn’t have an easy time in Aspen Creek.”

That was maybe saying the least. He was sure Anna, of all people, would be able to get the story out of Mercy. Charles was an adult watching Mercy grow up, fairly complicit in how she was being raised. With Bryan and Evelyn, it had been ok, Mercy had grown up as normally as a coyote in a wolf pack could.

But then things had happened. Circumstances had changed. Lives were lost and Mercy was left stranded somewhere in the middle.

“And your brother doesn’t think of her the same way?”

“I don’t know what he thinks.” Charles admitted as honestly as he could. “Theirs is a unique history.”

Maybe not that unique, Charles thought while casting a sideways glance at her. Anna herself was little more than a child when she had undergone the Change against her will under horrifically traumatic circumstances. That was only a few short years ago and the years hadn’t proven kind to her in the least bit.

It was partly that reason, he supposed, that they were doing this—that he had even agreed to this. It wasn’t the age gap that upset him, theirs was tame by the standard of some others. It was the dynamic.

Charles didn’t consider himself a saviour by any stretch of the imagination and, truth be told, Anna had entirely saved herself from her biggest monsters. But she was fresh out of a situation where she had been intentionally made to feel weaker, to feel dependent on someone’s kindness, to cater to someone because of the dependency. He would be playing a dangerous game keeping her fed with a roof over her head, most especially in a town off the beaten path where she knew no one but him.

Safe. Mine.

Yes, he thought, very dangerous.

“And Mercy is a coyote, but you don’t know really how she is?” Anna recapped.

Not entirely, and he explained as much. Charles knew there used to be plenty of people like Mercy. He had met, he thought, at least one. Although, they hadn’t been a coyote.

He definitely would have known.

But he didn’t know what she was beyond the idea that others had once existed. Seemingly, the knowledge had disappeared with the people who would have held it.

There was a wave of sadness at the thought, one that Anna washed away with her own tsunami of peace.

“You said at home the spirits sometimes speak to you,” Anna began. “That they like you? They didn’t tell you what she is?”

“It would seem,” Charles smiled a little fondly at a memory of a coyote pup disappearing into the surrounding woods for a disastrously long and successful (for Mercy) game of hide-and-seek. “That they like her more.”

They turned, finally, upon the road Mercy’s home was on according to the address Samuel had sent.

It was one Charles already knew like the back of his hand. He had Mercy’s number memorized, too, if you asked him to recite it—both her shop and her cell.

And he’d throw in Margi’s for good measure if Anna were asking.

It wasn’t until they had parked that Charles realized that Anna had been the only person he had ever confided in about Mercy. It was possible even the coyote herself didn’t know how he felt about her. Samuel had always been the one to love kids. As he grew older, certainly as decades turned into centuries, Charles had come to assume that key part of his brother’s nature was why he’d taken to him despite all their centuries difference in age. Mercy, knowing her from practically-birth to sixteen and then even longer from afar…

He had come to realize sometimes the age difference in a family didn’t matter. Mercy was as much his sister as Samuel was a brother, even if she weren’t blood.

And—maybe most importantly—Anna wasn’t jealous.

Charles knew Anna was able to feel that way about him, and it had been incredibly satisfying to come to know it even if he discovered it at possibly the most inopportune time.

“Does Mercy know anything about me?” Anna asked him before they cut the engine.

She didn’t sound nervous, but her pulse had quickened and the adrenaline kicked in giving away her fear.

“She knows you’re important to me.” Charles tried to veil his frustration with the way his own brother had introduced the concept of Anna without ever speaking of her as a person by name. “And, through no fault of my own, she believes us to be dating.”

Or married.

“Well,” And she at least sounded amused now as her freckles nearly blended into her undeniably blushing cheeks. “We did go on one date, so I guess it could qualify us as dating.”

One date which had ended incredibly poorly with an attempt on his life which had fortunately missed but caused them to quickly return to her home and regroup before meeting Leo and his poor-shot of a mate.

“We could try again,” Charles suggested, “While I’m here.”

Anna smiled, tongue between her teeth because he himself had made her heart skip a beat.

“Yeah? I’d like that, I think.”

Even over the engine and outside the home, he could hear his brother’s cackle.

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