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
Mason’s face fell. “It wouldn’t be like that this time. I’ve changed too.”“Oh, I’m sure you have,” I said sarcastically. “But here’s the thing, Mason. Even if I believed that—which I don’t—Isaac can give me something you never could: stability, strength, power. My baby will want for nothing as the
BiancaJust before Mason’s lips could touch mine, I slapped him. Hard. So hard, in fact, that the sound echoed through the corridor like a gunshot, and Mason’s head snapped to the side from the force of it.My palm stung, but damn if it didn’t feel good.Mason staggered back, his hand flying to his
BiancaMy morning coffee grew cold as I stared at the headline: “ROYAL PLAYBOY RETURNS! PRINCE ISAAC’S WILD NIGHT WITH ELLA.”Beneath it were photos that made my stomach turn. Isaac, eyes glazed and half-lidded, dancing with Ella at the club. In one photo, her arms were wrapped around his neck, her
Honestly, it smacked of old family dinners growing up—Vera and I quiet unless spoken to. The only thing that was missing was her “accidentally” kicking my shins under the table and then pretending she had done nothing when I shouted.I supposed my new status as princess-to-be made even her behave he







