It’d been a few hours since Isaac left, and my irritation towards him had subsided for the most part. I’d thought about it for a little bit and decided that whoever he was going out with and whatever he was doing in his free time was none of my business or my concern, and reminded myself that my mai
“You’re not welcome in the Lycan nation, but I’m sure you’re already well aware of that.” The king continued, leaning back against his throne as he looked down at me, “Have you even read about yourself in the news? My son shouldn’t be marrying a divorced woman with so much controversy surrounding he
The Lycan King’s opposition to my upcoming marriage to Isaac seemed both reasonable and unreasonable at the same time. I knew it was probably surprising to hear the news that his son was getting married after years of being a notorious playboy, and I knew it was probably even more of a surprise to s
The double doors suddenly being pushed open caught my attention and I turned to see Isaac stumbling into the room, disheveled and out of breath. “I- …What’s happening?” He frowned, eyes flickering back and forth between me and the Lycan king.It didn’t take long for me to win the king over and convi
BiancaIsaac’s eyes flicked to the faint red lipstick smeared across my index and middle fingers. I smirked and gave them a little wiggle, then wiped the lipstick across the collar of his shirt.He still smelled like another woman, too—tangy sweet perfume, like hibiscus and rosewater. It was a nice
Isaac froze. Even with his back turned to me, I could practically hear the gears turning in his head, and then, finally, his shoulders sagged.Battle won.…I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, smoothing my hands over the soft gray fabric of my dress. It hung somewhat loosely on my
BiancaThe moment we stepped into the grand banquet hall, which was bustling with people and servants, I turned on my social mode like a switch. A radiant, welcoming smile stretched across my face as we entered, and I even gently placed my hand on the slight swell of my belly just to sell the point.
My mother, in all of her radiance and humor and beautiful brutality, was here.Hanging on the wall of the Lycan estate.Suddenly, I felt a warmth at my side that made me jump. Startled out of my reverie, I glanced over to see Isaac staring up at the painting with a drink now in each hand.“That’s yo
It was the pregnancy hormones. It had to be the damn pregnancy hormones making me want this—making me want him—so badly that my skin felt like it was on fire wherever he touched me.But as his lips hovered just above mine, I knew I had to tell him the truth. I had to tell him before any kisses occur
BiancaThe walk from the palace to the gardens felt longer than usual, or maybe that was just because I kept second-guessing my decision to tell Isaac everything. But deep down, I knew I’d made the right choice. Isaac had given me every reason to trust him, and I couldn’t keep the truth from him any
Isaac’s eyes lit up. “That’s an excellent idea, Bianca. And if it means we can finally move past all this talk of flowers, I’m all for it.”For the next hour, Isaac and I worked together, selecting new decorations that matched the new flowers. But there was something… different between us. Despite t
BiancaI woke up slowly, still groggy from last night’s bout of sickness. The bed was warm and comfortable, but something felt off. My hands patted the empty space beside me. Isaac was gone.Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes and glanced around the room. No sign of him.For some reason, his absence unsett
Isaac studied my face for a long moment, and then that damn smirk tugged at the pout of his mouth again. “My, my. Bianca Ravenwood, you’re blushing.”I rolled my eyes even though I knew he was right. I could feel the heat undeniably pooling in my face.It wasn’t until we’d nearly reached the end of
BiancaOur last evening in Silvermist began with a tour of the village. Benjamin insisted we see the community before leaving, proudly leading us through the small town as the sun began its descent behind the snow-capped mountains.Despite the obvious economic hardships, the village was really charm
I froze, trying to extract myself without waking him. But it was too late—his eyes were already open, watching me with an amused expression.“Morning, darling,” he said, his voice low and rough with sleep. He made no move to let go.“Sorry,” I muttered, scooting back to my side of the bed. “I didn’t
BiancaSleep didn’t come easily that night.After my conversation with Benjamin, I’d retreated to my mother’s bedroom, crawled under the faded blue canopy, and attempted to process everything I’d learned. My father had murdered my mother. Had orchestrated a cover-up that spanned a decade, blamed an
I flipped through the pages, Benjamin’s neat handwriting documenting dates, names, transactions. It was methodical and thorough. And utterly damning.“Why didn’t you come forward with this before?” I glanced up at him.Benjamin’s shoulders slumped. “I tried, in the beginning. But your father systema