LOGINIsaac’s fists clenched. “Explain.”“The compound is incredibly sophisticated,” Dr. Mercer said. “It triggers the same neurological responses as a true mate bond—the overwhelming attraction, the possessive instincts, the inability to resist. But it’s entirely artificial.”His vision blurred at the ed
IsaacIsaac’s hands were still shaking as he walked through the palace corridors. Not from nerves—from rage. The flight back from Silvermist had done nothing to calm the storm brewing inside of him. If anything, seeing Bianca again, meeting his son, and discovering the truth about the forged evidenc
Isaac’s jaw worked, but he nodded. “Fine. Fair and square.”“Good.” I looked around the room. “After the election, we’ll reveal everything. My identity, the evidence against my father, all of it. But in the meantime, we have to work together to gather more proof.” I shot Zane a warning glare when I
BiancaThe next morning, I woke up with a crick in my neck from a fitful night’s sleep and burning eyes from crying. Before I even registered the pale sunlight creeping over the horizon, I recalled yesterday’s events.Isaac had met Callum for the first time.And it had gone… so much better than I ev
“He is.” I stopped outside my office door. “We need to talk.”Isaac nodded and followed me inside. I went straight to my desk and pulled out the bottom drawer, retrieving the manila folder that contained the evidence that had convinced me he wanted me dead.“This is everything I gathered,” I said, s
BiancaI stood outside Callum’s bedroom door with my hand hovering over the handle. Isaac was beside me, and I could feel his hot breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck. When I shot a glance at him over my shoulder, his eyes were fixed on the doorknob, waiting for me to open it.“He’s prob
IsaacIsaac sighed as he stared out the window, fogged up from the air conditioner on full blast while the heat and humidity outside had grown to a blistering degree.Bianca was out in that blistering summer heat right now, running the charity drive that Isaac should have been helping with. Instead,
In the study, the King poured himself a glass of whiskey. As an afterthought—he never let Isaac drink, as he was underage—he poured a second one and handed it to Isaac, then sat heavily behind his desk. “Sit down, Isaac.”Isaac remained standing, staring down at the glass in his hands. He set it asi
Isaac“Liar.”Isaac’s wolf’s voice sounded like a gunshot going off in his head as he laid in the quiet bedroom, staring at the dark ceiling overhead. Bianca had long since fallen asleep beside him, snoring peacefully. He heard her giggle in her sleep at one point, and knew she must be having sweet
“Speaking of,” Ella continued, “how is the prince? I’ve hardly seen him at any of the usual spots lately. Marriage has certainly changed him.”“He’s well,” I said vaguely. “Busy with royal duties.”Ella giggled. “Royal duties? Isaac? That’s a good one. Unless ‘royal duties’ is a new code for whateve







