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
BiancaIsaac and I hadn’t been waiting for long before there was a knock on the door. A moment later, Clara swung the door open to reveal Ethan standing there with a folder tucked under his arm.“Your Highnesses,” he said with a small bow and a smirk.“Don’t start with that ‘Your Highness’ crap,” Is
BiancaI never thought I’d see the day when Prince Isaac Thorne, notorious playboy and probably one of the most careless people in the Lycan kingdom, would be arranging pillows behind my back for the third time in an hour.“Is that better?” he asked. “Or do you need another one?”“Isaac,” I sighed,
I thought about Benjamin’s comment about Isaac acting like we were fated mates. Was our bond really that strong? If it was, then I didn’t feel it, not on that level. The mate bond we’d shared since our wedding was still faint, more like a hummingbird’s heartbeat rather than the pounding of a war dru
I stared at his back for a moment, at the way his wet shirt clung to his perfect shoulders. “You don’t have to,” I said. “We’ve already made love once, Isaac. You’ve seen everything.”He turned slowly, and his eyes dragged over me as I reached for the hem of my sweater. My fingers were still shaking







