“I haven’t seen you before, beautiful.” The man raised an eyebrow as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. This man, whoever he was, was the epitome of the word ‘cocky’. And I really, really didn’t like cocky people. I wasn’t looking for a conversation, all I needed was that damn vial and I was
“Welcome home, ma’am.” The maid greeted me lightly as she helped me with my coat, slipping it off my shoulders and folding it over her forearm, “Your father’s been asking where you’ve been.”“Really? I didn’t know he was home.” I hummed. My father, Sir Oliver, had always been out on business trips f
“Alright, I’m coming-” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I stepped out of the washroom, “You didn’t have to wait for me, I could’ve just met you out there-”“You know full well we’re supposed to appear together, you’re my wife-” Mason turned to look at me, eyes widening for a second as he looke
“How long have they been in an affair? How did you find out?” “Are they keeping the pup?” “How did you feel when you found out his mistress was your stepsister?” All the questions being thrown in my face was a little more overwhelming than I’d anticipated, but I remained poised, my expression ne
“Mother of your pup?” Mason scoffed, his eyes flickering back and forth between Isaac and I. I pressed my lips together as the room thickened with tension, and I looked over at Father to gauge his reaction.“Mother of… the Lycan Prince’s… pup…” Father stood there in silence, his mouth agape with sho
As I watched Father and Isaac converse with each other (what they were talking about, I wasn’t quite listening to anymore – they’d lost my attention when they started bonding over liking the same type of whiskey), I couldn’t help but find it fascinating. A century ago, we had lost to the Lycans in a
“Like I said, it’s your choice, gorgeous. Take a second to think about it, I know these are big decisions for that pretty little head of yours.”I couldn’t help but scoff at his condescending tone, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared at Isaac with an expression that read ‘you’ve got to be kid
Before I shut the door, I took one last look at the nursery room, my eyes trailing over the rocking chair and the empty bookshelf and the chest of toys. Goodbye. It was sad to leave, yes – but the most important thing here was that I was having a baby, and even if I couldn’t give them this room, I c
He cleared his throat. He didn’t need to answer for me to know that I was right.Fastening the bandage to his split brow, I went on, “It’s time to grow up, Isaac. But you can’t expect other people to do the growing for you.” I jabbed my finger into the center of his chest, trying not to think about
Bianca“I’m fine, really.”I pursed my lips and ignored Isaac’s protests as I dipped the cloth into the bowl of water. His wounds would heal fairly quickly thanks to the advanced healing that one’s wolf provided—a luxury I didn’t have right now with my wolf in stasis and a baby in my belly, not that
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
Bianca“Whew. You’re drunk again, Bjorn?” Isaac grinned and waved his hand in front of his nose. “Certainly smells like it. Keep it down, or you’ll scare the books.”I held back a snort, although any humor I felt was quickly blotted out by the healthy dose of fear that coursed through me at Bjorn’s
I quickly shook my head, feeling suddenly cold, and wrapped my arms around myself. “Just… remembering,” I admitted. I nodded my chin toward the row of books. “My dad always hated when I tried to read anything fun.”“Ah. So he was one of those.”I nodded. “He always made me read textbooks before bed.
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,
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
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
“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