Bianca
The entire ballroom fell into a shocked silence. A duel? Had Isaac gone insane?
“Isaac, stop,” I hissed, grabbing his arm. “This is our wedding. You don’t need to do this. Mason is nothing.”
Isaac didn’t look at me—just kept glaring at Mason, his eyes so red with his wolf’s fury that the blue was completely engulfed. It was terrifying and oddly attractive at the same time. And a reminder that, whether fated or not, I was his mate now. He was fiercely protective over me.
But then again, Mason had been my mate once, and he’d never been so possessed of me.
“He put his hands on you,” Isaac growled. “He tried to force himself on you.”
“I can handle Mason,” I insisted.
Mason sneered, straightening his jacket. “Listen to your wife, Prince. She knows her place i
