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
“Marcus,” the boy mumbled, clearly intimidated.“Marcus. A strong name,” Isaac said. “And you must be a strong boy. How old are you, Marcus?”“Six,” Marcus replied, standing a little straighter and puffing his chest out.I watched in amazement as Isaac went around the circle, asking each child their
I stared at him, speechless for a moment. He’d clearly done his research. “Yes,” I admitted. “It… It is. But Isaac—”“Let me handle this, Bianca.” Isaac’s voice lowered in that way it always did when he was being serious, and his blue eyes glinted in the sunlight streaming in through the large stain
BiancaI woke up slowly, stretching my limbs across the soft mattress and luxurious sheets. Then I jolted upright, suddenly aware that I was in my bed. Last thing I remembered, I was in the library, reading about some kind of ancient Lycan birth ritual involving howling at the moon and drinking a di
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







