Bianca & IsaacBiancaI stared at the now-empty doorway, my jaw slack and my eyes wide. But most of all, the pain I felt in my chest had begun to radiate outward, traveling down to my belly, my legs, the tips of my toes.Zelda stepped into my vision. âAre you okay?â she asked, looking concerned.I w
âWhy are you crying?â Isaac set down his glass and took a step forward. His hands seemed to move toward me as if he wanted to cup my face, but then he dropped them again and furrowed his brow.âSheâs crying because you told her her belly would get, and I quote, âhugeâ,â Zelda snarled. âApologize. No
BiancaâWhich one did you choose, maâam?âI tapped my chin for a moment, surveying the array of white dresses that were laid out across my bed. They ranged from simple to elegant, and a couple were even downright sexy, boasting plunging necklines and high slits up the legs.âThis one,â I said, picki
My breath caught.âMy motherâs ring!â I exclaimed, pulling it out and holding it up to the light. It looked freshly cleaned, so much so that it was sparkling in the light. âYou found it!âIsaac nodded. âI looked all over,â he said, gesturing to his disheveled state. I bit my lip, realizing that that
BiancaI suppressed a groan when we stepped into the Lycan Kingâs office and the first face I saw was an all-too-familiar one.âBianca,â my fatherâs Beta said, standing. His eyes flicked to my bare feet, then to Isaacâs dirty clothes. âYou look⊠Well.âI bit the inside of my cheek. My fatherâs beta,
âFine,â I said, folding my arms. âIf my father revokes the PR efforts heâs so obviously involved in back homeââ I shook my head and corrected myself, because it wasnât my home anymore. âBack in the Werewolf kingdom, I mean, thenâââYour father did no such thing.âMy jaw tightened. âIâm not stupid, A
BiancaâIâm sorry, butâŠâ I cupped my hand over my mouth and nose in an attempt to shield myself from the smell. âIâm not sure if I can eat this.âThe 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
Finally, Isaac nodded. âVery well.âHe tossed his jacket over a nearby chair and turned on his heel, flinging open the refrigerator door. He muttered to himself for a moment, âPasta⊠I can handle pastaâŠâ before he let out a small, âAha!â and pulled out a jar of tomato sauce.I watched as he then put
He cleared his throat. He didnât need to answer for me to know that I was right.Fastening the bandage to his split brow, I went on, âItâs time to grow up, Isaac. But you canât expect other people to do the growing for you.â I jabbed my finger into the center of his chest, trying not to think about
BiancaâIâm fine, really.âI pursed my lips and ignored Isaacâs protests as I dipped the cloth into the bowl of water. His wounds would heal fairly quickly thanks to the advanced healing that oneâs wolf providedâa luxury I didnât have right now with my wolf in stasis and a baby in my belly, not that
But Bjorn didnât care. As I peeked up over Isaacâs shoulder, it was pure death that I saw in Bjornâs eyes, as if theyâd 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
BiancaâWhew. Youâre drunk again, Bjorn?â Isaac grinned and waved his hand in front of his nose. âCertainly smells like it. Keep it down, or youâll scare the books.âI held back a snort, although any humor I felt was quickly blotted out by the healthy dose of fear that coursed through me at Bjornâs
I quickly shook my head, feeling suddenly cold, and wrapped my arms around myself. âJust⊠remembering,â I admitted. I nodded my chin toward the row of books. âMy dad always hated when I tried to read anything fun.ââAh. So he was one of those.âI nodded. âHe 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. âVery well.âHe tossed his jacket over a nearby chair and turned on his heel, flinging open the refrigerator door. He muttered to himself for a moment, âPasta⊠I can handle pastaâŠâ before he let out a small, âAha!â and pulled out a jar of tomato sauce.I watched as he then put
BiancaâIâm sorry, butâŠâ I cupped my hand over my mouth and nose in an attempt to shield myself from the smell. âIâm not sure if I can eat this.âThe 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
âFine,â I said, folding my arms. âIf my father revokes the PR efforts heâs so obviously involved in back homeââ I shook my head and corrected myself, because it wasnât my home anymore. âBack in the Werewolf kingdom, I mean, thenâââYour father did no such thing.âMy jaw tightened. âIâm not stupid, A