“Why are you crying?” Isaac set down his glass and took a step forward. His hands seemed to move toward me as if he wanted to cup my face, but then he dropped them again and furrowed his brow.“She’s crying because you told her her belly would get, and I quote, ‘huge’,” Zelda snarled. “Apologize. No
Bianca“Which one did you choose, ma’am?”I tapped my chin for a moment, surveying the array of white dresses that were laid out across my bed. They ranged from simple to elegant, and a couple were even downright sexy, boasting plunging necklines and high slits up the legs.“This one,” I said, picki
My breath caught.“My mother’s ring!” I exclaimed, pulling it out and holding it up to the light. It looked freshly cleaned, so much so that it was sparkling in the light. “You found it!”Isaac nodded. “I looked all over,” he said, gesturing to his disheveled state. I bit my lip, realizing that that
BiancaI suppressed a groan when we stepped into the Lycan King’s office and the first face I saw was an all-too-familiar one.“Bianca,” my father’s Beta said, standing. His eyes flicked to my bare feet, then to Isaac’s dirty clothes. “You look… Well.”I bit the inside of my cheek. My father’s beta,
“Fine,” I said, folding my arms. “If my father revokes the PR efforts he’s so obviously involved in back home—” I shook my head and corrected myself, because it wasn’t my home anymore. “Back in the Werewolf kingdom, I mean, then—”“Your father did no such thing.”My jaw tightened. “I’m not stupid, A
Bianca“I’m sorry, but…” I cupped my hand over my mouth and nose in an attempt to shield myself from the smell. “I’m not sure if I can eat this.”The woman who brought me my dinner that night, an older housekeeper by the name of Lucille, narrowed her eyes at me. I felt a wave of humiliation wash ove
Finally, Isaac nodded. “Very well.”He tossed his jacket over a nearby chair and turned on his heel, flinging open the refrigerator door. He muttered to himself for a moment, “Pasta… I can handle pasta…” before he let out a small, “Aha!” and pulled out a jar of tomato sauce.I watched as he then put
BiancaIsaac pushed open the grand doors of the library, the old wood groaning beneath the strain. The room was dark, but I could sense that the space beyond was cavernous before he even turned on the lights just from the sound of our footsteps echoing through the air.When he flicked on the lights,
Even I knew what a big deal that was. With that kind of press, we could control the narrative even further. We could talk about the Shelter Project, our new friendship with Ethan—really showcase Isaac’s potential as a future king.It would be perfect.“They’ve never approached me before,” Isaac said
BiancaThree days after Ethan’s party, I was having a nice, peaceful breakfast in the palace dining room when Isaac suddenly stormed in with a newspaper clutched in his hand and a scowl on his face.“Have you seen this?” he demanded, slapping the paper down in front of me.I picked it up and nearly
I shrugged, suddenly feeling awkward. “You’re always so nice to me when I’m not feeling well. I guess I… wanted to say thank you.”Isaac paused mid-bite and studied me with an unreadable expression. Then he smiled—not his usual smirk, but something a little bit softer and, dare I say, more genuine.
BiancaI woke up slowly, surrounded by a warmth that had nothing to do with the morning sunshine spilling across my comforter. For a moment, I kept my eyes closed, savoring the comfort. Then I registered the weight of an arm draped over my waist, the steady breathing against my neck.Isaac.My eyes
Isaac tilted his head, his blue eyes flickering briefly with an otherworldly glow as he studied me in the darkness. Was his wolf close to the surface? “Your mouth says one thing, but the rest of you says another.” He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering against m
Bianca“Seven minutes in heaven,” a woman in a red dress announced to the room, holding up an empty wine bottle. “Who’s feeling nostalgic tonight?”I stiffened immediately. They had said the game would be geared toward couples, but seven minutes in heaven? Was this woman serious? I’d expected charad
Ethan didn’t look convinced; he’d always been able to read Isaac like a book, and he knew that the pregnancy hormones had nothing to do with it.“And what about when she inevitably finds out?” Ethan asked. “Because she will, Isaac. She’s your fiancee, and she’s clearly highly intelligent. And if you
Isaac“Party games!” Isaac beamed, whirling toward Bianca. “Bianca, darling, why don’t you go join the others? I’ll be there in a minute.”Bianca hesitated, narrowing her eyes at Isaac. He hoped she couldn’t see his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped. Finally, she nodded. “Alright. But don’t take too lon
“This is incredible,” I said, and I meant it. “The thought you’ve put into the design… it’s clear you actually care about the people you’re helping.”Ethan’s expression softened. “That’s the whole point, isn’t it? What good is wealth if it’s not used to improve lives?”“Exactly,” I agreed. “I’ve alw