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
“Since I was old enough to hold a hammer,” Zane replied. “Dad taught me everything I know. Said it was important to be self-sufficient, especially after…”He trailed off, but I could fill in the blanks. After Silvermist fell to ruin. After my mother died. After my evil fucking father had his way wit
Bianca“More stew?” I asked, although I was already ladling another helping into Benjamin’s bowl. He gave me a grateful nod as the rich aroma of herbs and meat filled the dining room.I’d insisted on cooking myself, despite Isaac’s protests about me overexerting myself. The old stove had sputtered t
BiancaTwenty minutes later, Isaac and I stood in the field beside his plane, both of us now dressed in warm clothes suitable for flying. I’d changed out of my mother’s soaked dress and into dark jeans, sturdy boots, and a thick wool sweater that Elara had found for me. Isaac wore similar gear—dark
What if Bianca wasn’t his fated mate? What if his real fated mate was still out there somewhere, waiting for him? What if he destroyed her when he ultimately found his fated mate, and it wasn’t her, and he would have no choice but to obey that bond?After all, when a wolf found their fated mate, the







