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
This didn’t sound like the playboy prince who treated life like one big party the majority of the time. “What changed?”Clara shrugged. “I don’t know for sure. It happened gradually. By the time he was in his early twenties, he’d started going out more, studying less. The parties got wilder, the wom
Bianca“Could you pass me that box of pamphlets?” I asked Clara, gesturing toward the stack of brochures sitting on a nearby table. We were setting up for the Shelter Project charity drive in the city square, which had been transformed into a makeshift fairground with booths, banners, and donation s
Bianca“How far along are you?” Dr. Alfred asked as he washed his hands in a small sink.“About five and a half months,” I replied from the examination table where I was reclined. “Give or take.”He nodded and dried his hands on a paper towel. “And have you had any prenatal care so far?”I thought a
BiancaI waited until we were alone later that night before bringing up my concerns. Isaac was sitting on the edge of my bed, unlacing his boots after a long day at the charity drive. He’d insisted on spending the night with me tonight to “make sure I was okay” after my heatstroke, but really, we bo







