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
BiancaI stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, fussing with the sleek black dress I’d chosen for the evening.It hit just above my knees and hugged my curves in all the right places, the delicate spaghetti straps showing off my shoulders and collarbone. I’d paired it with a simple silve
Isaac shrugged. “You wouldn’t open the front door, and you weren’t answering. I thought you were dead or something.”Despite myself, I rolled my eyes. “Great,” I muttered. “Now there’s another way for you to pester me whenever you want.”“That’s the spirit,” he grinned, although the smile didn’t qui
“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
But Bjorn didn’t care. As I peeked up over Isaac’s shoulder, it was pure death that I saw in Bjorn’s eyes, as if they’d gone entirely black.He wanted to kill Isaac. And, dammit, Isaac was going to let him. For my sake.With one last growl, Bjorn yanked Isaac away from my arms. I cried out, reaching







