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
Besides, he had lost the capacity to care about much of anything ever since Bianca had died.“I agreed to marry you because my father wished it, and because no Lycan King has ever ruled alone,” Isaac continued coolly. “But I made it clear that this would be a marriage of convenience only. If that’s
A little bookshelf which Benjamin had lovingly built himself in the shape of a pine tree, filled with all of Callum’s favorite books. Stuffed animals and toys spilling out of the toy box at the end of his bed. A quilt Elara had made him for his fourth birthday. A painting of Silvermist that Clara ha
“How do I look?” I asked when I emerged from the bathroom.“Like someone else entirely,” Clara replied with a slight smile. “Even I wouldn’t recognize you if I didn’t know better.”It was strangely comforting and unsettling at the same time—to look in the mirror and see a stranger staring back. But
“You’re sure about this?” she asked as I sat on a stool in front of the mirror. “Once we do this, there’s no going back.”I met her eyes in the mirror. “I’m sure.”Clara nodded and got to work, mixing the bleach and applying it to my hair in sections. The chemical smell burned my nostrils, and the s







