“How does seven o’clock sound?”After our goodbyes, I hung up, practically jumping up and down with excitement. This was exactly what I had hoped for—private time with Ethan to cement our partnership and further improve Isaac’s standing.I had to tell Isaac right away.Heading straight for his suite
“Vera’s pregnant with my pup.”My husband, Mason, calmly informed me that he got my sister pregnant.“A divorce, then.” I cleared my throat quietly, lifting my chin as I sat up straighter in my chair. “I’ll tell Father.”“We can’t get a divorce, Bianca.” Mason shook his head, looking at me as though
“I haven’t seen you before, beautiful.” The man raised an eyebrow as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. This man, whoever he was, was the epitome of the word ‘cocky’. And I really, really didn’t like cocky people. I wasn’t looking for a conversation, all I needed was that damn vial and I was
“Welcome home, ma’am.” The maid greeted me lightly as she helped me with my coat, slipping it off my shoulders and folding it over her forearm, “Your father’s been asking where you’ve been.”“Really? I didn’t know he was home.” I hummed. My father, Sir Oliver, had always been out on business trips f
“Alright, I’m coming-” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I stepped out of the washroom, “You didn’t have to wait for me, I could’ve just met you out there-”“You know full well we’re supposed to appear together, you’re my wife-” Mason turned to look at me, eyes widening for a second as he looke
“How long have they been in an affair? How did you find out?” “Are they keeping the pup?” “How did you feel when you found out his mistress was your stepsister?” All the questions being thrown in my face was a little more overwhelming than I’d anticipated, but I remained poised, my expression ne
“Mother of your pup?” Mason scoffed, his eyes flickering back and forth between Isaac and I. I pressed my lips together as the room thickened with tension, and I looked over at Father to gauge his reaction.“Mother of… the Lycan Prince’s… pup…” Father stood there in silence, his mouth agape with sho
As I watched Father and Isaac converse with each other (what they were talking about, I wasn’t quite listening to anymore – they’d lost my attention when they started bonding over liking the same type of whiskey), I couldn’t help but find it fascinating. A century ago, we had lost to the Lycans in a
“How does seven o’clock sound?”After our goodbyes, I hung up, practically jumping up and down with excitement. This was exactly what I had hoped for—private time with Ethan to cement our partnership and further improve Isaac’s standing.I had to tell Isaac right away.Heading straight for his suite
BiancaJust a few days later, the magazine was published. A courier brought me a complimentary copy while I was sipping my morning tea in the solarium, surrounded by the smell of flowers and the sound of a trickling fountain. I thanked them and opened the large manila envelope, slipping the glossy m
All bullshit, of course. But it wasn’t like we could tell the masses that we had actually met in the waiting room of a sperm bank.“And your first kiss? When did that happen?”“It was during a picnic by the lake just over there,” Isaac said smoothly, pointing to the body of water that could be seen
BiancaThe day of the interview arrived far too quickly. Before I knew it, I was being primped and polished by a team of stylists in my suite at the palace. And when I said team, I meant it. There were too many people bustling around for me to even count.“Just a bit more powder,” the makeup artist
Even I knew what a big deal that was. With that kind of press, we could control the narrative even further. We could talk about the Shelter Project, our new friendship with Ethan—really showcase Isaac’s potential as a future king.It would be perfect.“They’ve never approached me before,” Isaac said
BiancaThree days after Ethan’s party, I was having a nice, peaceful breakfast in the palace dining room when Isaac suddenly stormed in with a newspaper clutched in his hand and a scowl on his face.“Have you seen this?” he demanded, slapping the paper down in front of me.I picked it up and nearly
I shrugged, suddenly feeling awkward. “You’re always so nice to me when I’m not feeling well. I guess I… wanted to say thank you.”Isaac paused mid-bite and studied me with an unreadable expression. Then he smiled—not his usual smirk, but something a little bit softer and, dare I say, more genuine.
BiancaI woke up slowly, surrounded by a warmth that had nothing to do with the morning sunshine spilling across my comforter. For a moment, I kept my eyes closed, savoring the comfort. Then I registered the weight of an arm draped over my waist, the steady breathing against my neck.Isaac.My eyes
Isaac tilted his head, his blue eyes flickering briefly with an otherworldly glow as he studied me in the darkness. Was his wolf close to the surface? “Your mouth says one thing, but the rest of you says another.” He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering against m