“God, I look good in this photo.” Isaac leaned back against the couch as he flipped to the next page of the magazine, clicking his tongue against his teeth and tilting his head slightly as he looked at the photo of us before turning it around to show me.Even I had to admit the photographers and sty
It’d been a few hours since Isaac left, and my irritation towards him had subsided for the most part. I’d thought about it for a little bit and decided that whoever he was going out with and whatever he was doing in his free time was none of my business or my concern, and reminded myself that my mai
“You’re not welcome in the Lycan nation, but I’m sure you’re already well aware of that.” The king continued, leaning back against his throne as he looked down at me, “Have you even read about yourself in the news? My son shouldn’t be marrying a divorced woman with so much controversy surrounding he
The Lycan King’s opposition to my upcoming marriage to Isaac seemed both reasonable and unreasonable at the same time. I knew it was probably surprising to hear the news that his son was getting married after years of being a notorious playboy, and I knew it was probably even more of a surprise to s
The double doors suddenly being pushed open caught my attention and I turned to see Isaac stumbling into the room, disheveled and out of breath. “I- …What’s happening?” He frowned, eyes flickering back and forth between me and the Lycan king.It didn’t take long for me to win the king over and convi
BiancaIsaac’s eyes flicked to the faint red lipstick smeared across my index and middle fingers. I smirked and gave them a little wiggle, then wiped the lipstick across the collar of his shirt.He still smelled like another woman, too—tangy sweet perfume, like hibiscus and rosewater. It was a nice
Isaac froze. Even with his back turned to me, I could practically hear the gears turning in his head, and then, finally, his shoulders sagged.Battle won.…I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, smoothing my hands over the soft gray fabric of my dress. It hung somewhat loosely on my
BiancaThe moment we stepped into the grand banquet hall, which was bustling with people and servants, I turned on my social mode like a switch. A radiant, welcoming smile stretched across my face as we entered, and I even gently placed my hand on the slight swell of my belly just to sell the point.
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