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
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
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
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
I shook my head firmly. “My father would never—”“Papa isn’t here,” Isaac interrupted with a laugh. “And you’re not a child anymore. You get to decide what’s acceptable for you now.”His words struck a chord in me. He was right. I wasn’t under my father’s thumb anymore, forced to behave like the per







