Book 5: The Wife List

Isaac

My office feels like it’s caving in on me as I tap my fingers on my desk and stare down at the profiles scattered across the wooden surface. The same desk I used to sit beneath as a child while my dad conducted pack business is now littered with pictures and essays written by women I don’t know.

And I don’t really care to know them either.

Dad is going to be livid when he finds out what I’m doing. Mom, too. Especially Mom, now that I think about it. They went through hell and back to be together and raised me and Ella to never have to worry about being in the position I’m willingly putting myself in.

It’s not like I’m looking for a breeder.

I’m looking for a wife.

“For the love of the Goddess,” I breathe, pinching the bridge of my nose as my head begins to throb.

“You still have time to back out,” Cassian grins from the red leather sofa across from my desk. His ankles are crossed over one of the arm rests as h