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
My mother, in all of her radiance and humor and beautiful brutality, was here.Hanging on the wall of the Lycan estate.Suddenly, I felt a warmth at my side that made me jump. Startled out of my reverie, I glanced over to see Isaac staring up at the painting with a drink now in each hand.“That’s yo
“Fine,” he said, turning on his heel. “I will.”…IsaacIsaac’s smile dropped the moment he turned his back on Bianca.What the hell was going on?Coffee. Isaac needed coffee.As he made his way to the hospital cafeteria, his groin aching uncomfortably as his erection faded, he grit his teeth and cu
I hesitated, taking the roll and unfurling a section of it to get a better look. Indeed, the pattern was incredibly pretty—a delicate floral design depicting yellow daffodils and white roses wound around one another, with tiny canaries flitting between the flowers, all laid against a subtle cream-co
BiancaThe dance ended more quickly than I expected, although maybe that was because I was lost in the subtle glow of the moonstone on my pinky finger. Not the cerulean blue of Isaac’s eyes, of course. Never those.As soon as the string quartet finished playing, the large double doors to the grand b







