BiancaThe dance ended more quickly than I expected, although maybe that was because I was lost in the subtle glow of the moonstone on my pinky finger. Not the cerulean blue of Isaac’s eyes, of course. Never those.As soon as the string quartet finished playing, the large double doors to the grand b
Composing himself, Bjorn quickly replied, “Yes, well… With all of the Werewolves who abandon their children so easily—”“Werewolves actually have the lowest rates of child abandonment in the world,” I cut him off. “It’s the rogues that are the biggest culprits. And rogues are not bound to one kingdo
Bianca & IsaacBiancaIsaac’s hand was warm and soft, his fingers curled around mine as the doctor looked over my bloodwork. With an IV stuck in my arm and what had to be an entire staff of nurses catering to my every whim, I had pulled through.But just barely.“Lady Ravenwood, it seems our hunch a
My brow furrowed. “What?”The doctor set my chart aside and moved toward the door. “Stray close to Prince Isaac, Lady Ravenwood. Your child needs its father from here on out.”…IsaacAs soon as Isaac returned to the estate, he searched high and low for the ring. Of course, the very first place he l
BiancaThe moment I moved over and patted the bed, inviting Isaac to join me, his face paled as if he’d just seen a ghost. Then, like a switch had been flipped, the pout of his mouth dragged up into a smirk and he sauntered forward, tugging at the tie around his neck.“Bianca, darling, I didn’t know
Each piece of his body fit perfectly against mine. The crook of his hips fit snugly around mine, his arm draping comfortably in the dip of my waist. As he moved his head onto the pillow, I could feel the warm tickle of his breath against the back of my neck, raising goosebumps along my skin.Without
Bianca & IsaacBiancaMy eyes shot open at the feeling of Isaac’s hard member poking against my backside.An erection. He had an erection, and it was pressing firmly against me, even twitching slightly as he breathed.“Mm…” Isaac grumbled softly in sleep, nuzzling the back of my neck with his nose,
“Fine,” he said, turning on his heel. “I will.”…IsaacIsaac’s smile dropped the moment he turned his back on Bianca.What the hell was going on?Coffee. Isaac needed coffee.As he made his way to the hospital cafeteria, his groin aching uncomfortably as his erection faded, he grit his teeth and cu
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