And if Isaac didn’t feel it now, even after marking her… If there wasn’t so much as a thrum when he was inside her, joined with her, connected on the deepest physical level possible… Then it must mean that she wasn’t his fated mate after all.
And so, Isaac had made a decision. A painful, selfish, and yes—cowardly decision.
He had to distance himself from Bianca. Romantically, at least. He would be her friend, her ally, her partner in their political arrangement. But nothing more. No more shared nights. No more passionate kisses. No more s*x.
Because if he let himself fall any deeper, if he allowed himself to love her—truly love her—only to discover later that she wasn’t his fated mate after all…
The pain would destroy them both.
His wolf would never be able to deny a tr
