MasukIsaac’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 watched in disbelief as the woman fled down the hallway, her burgundy skirts trailing behind her like a river of fire. He’d only managed to say a few words to her before she disappeared.“Wait!” he called after her, taking a few steps forward. But she was already gone.She was his mate.
My stomach churned. Of course my father would use my “death” as a political tool, just as he’d used my mother’s death. Just as he’d used me my entire life.I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn’t hear the sound of approaching footsteps and voices. My head snapped up, and I quickly backed a
Isaac had intended to reject Ella after that, even if it made both of their wolves go dormant. He had wanted to be with Bianca so badly that he didn’t care anymore; if the healer couldn’t touch their bond for the ritual, then he would break it himself.But then Bianca had died. And Isaac had given u
BiancaMy father’s words knocked the air from my lungs.For the past year, every report I’d received, every article I’d read, every inside source I’d cultivated had confirmed the same thing: Oliver Ravenwood was stepping down at the end of his term. The Werewolf President was ready to retire.I’d bu







