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
Bianca“Hm… Maybe if I put Donovan between them as a buffer...”I scribbled another note on the tentative seating chart for the gender reveal feast, the one and only thing that Zelda was allowing me to work on—if only because she couldn’t care less about politics, and since we had decided to turn th
I jerked away from him. “You’re revolting.”“Am I?” Bjorn asked, seemingly unfazed by my reaction. “Or am I just saying what you’re already thinking? Isaac is using you, Princess. He’s using your work ethic, your connections, your body. And when he finds his fated mate—because we both know it isn’t
BiancaThe Elder Council headquarters was exactly what I expected: a grand, imposing building near the city center that had tall marble columns and ornate wolf status lining the steep steps up to the enormous wooden doors. The steps were so grand, in fact, that I was a little out of breath by the ti
Bianca“No.”Isaac’s immediate refusal took me by complete surprise. What did he think I was—a petulant child who had to get her parent’s permission for ice cream? “What do you mean, ‘no’?”“I mean no, Bianca. You shouldn’t be eating ice cream.” He kept his eyes on the road and didn’t stop as the sh







