I pursed my lips, recalling what he’d done to help me get my mother’s pack. I was being too hard on him.“Let me demonstrate my abilities,” Isaac said, gesturing to a nearby observation deck. “Then you can decide.”From the deck, I watched as Isaac’s plane taxied down the runway. I couldn’t help it—
BiancaI wasn’t prepared for what I saw.As we crossed the valley in Benjamin’s old pickup truck, the poverty became increasingly apparent. I’d never visited my mother’s pack, but I’d always pictured something… different. Certainly not buildings with peeling paint, roads with potholes large enough t
We climbed the stairs, which creaked loudly under our weight. The upstairs hallway stretched in both directions, lined with doors.At the end of the hall stood double doors with carved moons on them that matched the one on the key. Those must have been my mother’s rooms. I turned the key in the lock
BiancaThe sitting room was warm now, the fire that Benjamin had built crackling in the hearth. Even now, with most of the furniture—aside from the two antique brocade armchairs we were sitting in—still covered in dusty white sheets, I could picture a warm and merry house that was once full of life
I flipped through the pages, Benjamin’s neat handwriting documenting dates, names, transactions. It was methodical and thorough. And utterly damning.“Why didn’t you come forward with this before?” I glanced up at him.Benjamin’s shoulders slumped. “I tried, in the beginning. But your father systema
BiancaSleep didn’t come easily that night.After my conversation with Benjamin, I’d retreated to my mother’s bedroom, crawled under the faded blue canopy, and attempted to process everything I’d learned. My father had murdered my mother. Had orchestrated a cover-up that spanned a decade, blamed an
I froze, trying to extract myself without waking him. But it was too late—his eyes were already open, watching me with an amused expression.“Morning, darling,” he said, his voice low and rough with sleep. He made no move to let go.“Sorry,” I muttered, scooting back to my side of the bed. “I didn’t
BiancaOur last evening in Silvermist began with a tour of the village. Benjamin insisted we see the community before leaving, proudly leading us through the small town as the sun began its descent behind the snow-capped mountains.Despite the obvious economic hardships, the village was really charm
“Don’t go,” she whispered. “Stay this time. Please stay.”Isaac swallowed hard, continuing his journey back to her chambers. Her sleep-talking continued in broken fragments—pleas for her mother to stay, promises about the baby, even a few fearful murmurs about her father.When they reached her room,
IsaacThe announcement of the baby shower had spiraled into something much bigger than Isaac had anticipated. What was supposed to be a small celebration had transformed into a full-blown royal event once the King got wind of it.“It must be a traditional Lycan feast,” his father had declared, slapp
“What happened?” the doctor asked, jumping to her feet.“She fell into a pond,” Isaac explained as he set me on a cot. “She can’t swim. I pulled her out, but we need to make sure the baby’s okay.”The baby. Not me. But I was just glad to be alive, and that there was someone in my life who actually c
BiancaMy chest burned, screaming for air as the sunlight above grew dimmer with each passing second. The surface seemed impossibly far away now, wavering like a mirage as I sank further into the depths.And then, suddenly, I was seven years old again, my father’s hands gripping my shoulders as he s
It was the pregnancy hormones. It had to be the damn pregnancy hormones making me want this—making me want him—so badly that my skin felt like it was on fire wherever he touched me.But as his lips hovered just above mine, I knew I had to tell him the truth. I had to tell him before any kisses occur
BiancaThe walk from the palace to the gardens felt longer than usual, or maybe that was just because I kept second-guessing my decision to tell Isaac everything. But deep down, I knew I’d made the right choice. Isaac had given me every reason to trust him, and I couldn’t keep the truth from him any
Isaac’s eyes lit up. “That’s an excellent idea, Bianca. And if it means we can finally move past all this talk of flowers, I’m all for it.”For the next hour, Isaac and I worked together, selecting new decorations that matched the new flowers. But there was something… different between us. Despite t
BiancaI woke up slowly, still groggy from last night’s bout of sickness. The bed was warm and comfortable, but something felt off. My hands patted the empty space beside me. Isaac was gone.Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes and glanced around the room. No sign of him.For some reason, his absence unsett
Isaac studied my face for a long moment, and then that damn smirk tugged at the pout of his mouth again. “My, my. Bianca Ravenwood, you’re blushing.”I rolled my eyes even though I knew he was right. I could feel the heat undeniably pooling in my face.It wasn’t until we’d nearly reached the end of