Tamara's POV Morning came far too quickly, and I woke with my heart pounding in my chest. Anxiety wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket as the sunlight streamed through the windows. My mind replayed every possible scenario of failure, each more mortifying than the last. Before I could spiral any further, a warm hand slid over my waist, and I turned to see Dante’s sleepy but concerned expression. “Tamara,” he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep. “You’re trembling. What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?” I whispered incredulously. “The game, Dante! Today’s the day I make a complete fool of myself in front of every noblewoman in the North. That’s what’s wrong.” He chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss me, his lips lingering on mine until I momentarily forgot how to breathe. When he pulled back, his golden eyes were calm and reassuring. “You won’t embarrass yourself. You’re Tamara, my Luna. You’re stronger than you think.” “Dante,” I mumbled, my voice shaky. “You’re biased.” “
Tamara's POV The second game was a test of agility, speed, and strategy—a kind of obstacle course where we had to navigate various challenges to retrieve a flag and bring it back to the starting point. I wasn’t thrilled about it at first, but as the game went on, I found myself surprising even myself. I dodged swinging logs, climbed walls with more ease than I expected, and managed to stay ahead of most of the women, including Lucy and Miriam. When I crossed the finish line with the flag in hand, a wave of cheers erupted from the crowd. I turned to see Lucy stomping across the line moments later, her face red with fury. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” she snapped, storming up to me. I raised an eyebrow, still catching my breath. “No, I think I’m just faster than you. Or is that what’s bothering you?” Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “You got lucky.” “Maybe,” I said with a shrug. “But luck counts too, doesn’t it?” Before Lucy could say anything else, Lady Regina’s voice
Tamara's POV The moment the furious looking man spotted Sophie, his expression shifted into something that was dangerously wild and possessive. He stormed toward her, his voice booming. “Sophie, you stupid woman! Come here, now!” Sophie flinched, shrinking behind me like a frightened child. Without thinking, I stepped in front of her. I wasn't about to let this asshole abuse her in front of me. “Stay where you are,” I said firmly, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my stomach. The man's gaze snapped to me, dark and full of rage. “Who the hell do you think you are?” he growled. “This is between me and my wife. Move.” “I’m her friend, and your future Luna” I shot back. “Plus she doesn’t look like she wants to go with you so I suggest you get lost immediately.” “Tamara, don’t,” Sophie whispered behind me, tugging on my arm. “Please, just let me handle this.” “Handle what? You’re terrified of him, Sophie,” I said, not breaking eye contact with the man. Sop
Tamara's povHoly shit! I could hear Nathan's thoughts and the bastard wasn't sorry at all, in fact, he planned to hurt Sophie even more, I had to save her. “Tamara, what’s wrong?” Dante demanded, his eyes narrowing at Nathan. I steadied myself and looked at Dante, then back at Nathan. “Don’t let him go, I think you need to punish him,” I said, my voice firm. “What?” Sophie gasped I shock, "Luna please." she begged but I ignored her. “He’s lying,” I said, meeting Dante’s gaze. “He’s not sorry, and he’s not going to change. He’s dangerous to Sophie and he isn't loyal to his Alpha.” “Excuse me?” Nathan snapped, his tone defensive. “Woman! You don’t know anything about me, I already said I was sorry, I love Sophie and I'm forever loyal to our Alpha, what more do you want me to say?!” “You don't have to say anything," I snapped. "I already know enough,” I retorted. “Guards!” Two pack warriors stepped forward, their expressions serious and blood thirsty. “Escort him off
Tamara’s POV Despite Dantes assurance, I spent the entire morning of the next day pacing back and forth in my room, unable to shake the uneasy feeling clawing at my chest. The memory of hearing Nathan’s thoughts—or at least what I thought were his thoughts—was stuck in my mind like an infuriating thorn I couldn’t remove. What if I’d been wrong? What if I had fucked up badly?What if it was all in my imagination, and now Nathan was locked up in the cells for nothing? The idea made my stomach churn. Dante was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with a mixture of concern and amusement as I wrung my hands for the tenth time. “Sweet heart, you’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing like that.” I shot him a look. “I can’t help it, Dante. What if I was wrong? What if I imagined everything? Nathan could be innocent, and I—” “You weren’t wrong,” Dante interrupted, his voice firm. He stood and crossed the room, pulling me into his arms. “Tamara, I trust your j
Tamara's POV I stood outside Sophie’s room, staring at the closed door as my knuckles hovered in hesitation. I had no idea what I was going to say to her, but I knew I couldn’t leave until she listened. Taking a deep breath, I knocked firmly. “Sophie? It’s me, Tamara. Open the door.” Silence. I waited a moment, then knocked again, harder this time. “Sophie, I’m serious. Open the door, or I’ll break it down.” A muffled voice came from the other side. “Please go away” “Not happening,” I said firmly. “We need to talk.” “I don’t want to talk!” “Well, too bad, because I’m not leaving until we do,” I replied, crossing my arms. “And if you open the door, I promise I’ll release Nathan. But only after we talk.” There was another long stretch of silence. I wondered if she was going to ignore me entirely, but then I heard the faint sound of footsteps. Slowly, the door creaked open, revealing Sophie’s tear-streaked face. She looked exhausted, her eyes red and puffy, and her shoulders hu
Tamara's POV I knocked on Dr. Laura’s door, my knuckles brushing against the smooth wood before I stepped back and waited. It wasn’t long before the door opened, revealing the kind, familiar face of the pack’s doctor. “Tamara,” Dr. Laura greeted me warmly, stepping aside to let me in. “It’s good to see you. How are you holding up? And how’s… everything else?” Her tone was light, but I knew what she meant. “I’m fine,” I replied as I entered, taking a seat across from her desk. “And by ‘everything else,’ if you mean my blood thirst, then it’s been under control.” Dr. Laura raised a brow as she sat down, folding her hands on the desk. “Under control? That’s a big step. Tell me more.” I leaned back in my chair, letting out a breath. “well, the urge to drink blood only seems to appear when I’m in danger or if I’m really provoked. It’s not like before when it would come out of nowhere. Now it feels… connected to something.” “Interesting.” Dr. Laura tapped a finger against her chin. “T
Tamara's POV The palace seemed to feel too darn quiet when I returned and the emptiness I felt whenever Dante was gone settling over me like a heavy blanket. With no one else in my room, my thoughts swirled endlessly. Dr. Laura’s words about hearing thoughts, my anchor, and everything in between kept replaying in my mind. Could it really be true? Was I capable of something so… freaking unnatural? I found myself pacing by the window, staring out into the fading light of the evening. My nerves only calmed when I saw Dante’s silhouette in the distance. He was walking toward the palace, his stride confident and familiar, and my heart softened with the kind of warmth that only lovr can give. As soon as he stepped through the door, his eyes landed on me, and a warm smile spread across his face. “My love,” he said, his voice like a balm to my frazzled nerves. “You’re back,” I said, trying to keep the relief out of my voice. He stepped closer, his arms circling my waist as he pulled me
Tamara’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the curtains, and woke me up. Today was the day. Dante had set the court hearing for today, and soon, everything would come to light. I couldn’t shake the knot in my stomach as I sat in front of my mirror, and let Violet fuss over me.She was unusually quiet, her movements slow and deliberate. I caught her reflection, noting the pale tint to her skin and the dark circles under her eyes.“Violet,” I said softly, breaking the silence, “are you feeling alright?”She hesitated, brushing my hair back with trembling fingers. “I’m fine, Luna.”I raised a brow, unconvinced. “You don’t look fine. You’re pale, and your hands are shaking. When’s the last time you ate?”She couldn't answer me and I whirled around to face her, "you need to see a doctor!" I screamed at her Violet sighed and placed the brush down, meeting my gaze in the mirror. “yes, yes, I’ll go to the doctor after this, I promise. Right now, you’re the priority.”I frowned but decide
Tamara’s POV The memory of yesterday was still heavy on my mind as I stood in Dante’s office, waiting for the time to be upNathan had been arrested at Dante’s command, and while it was the right decision, I couldn’t ignore the fact that Sophie could be killed if that asshole refused to tell the truth.The good for nothing man who Sophie had called her husband—the man she had begged me to spare the last time —had turned out to be as selfish and deceitful as I had feared. For now, Sophie, was still locked in the dungeon. She was technically still under arrest until we had proven in court that she was not a criminal, but a victim who had yet to see the truth. If we didn’t act quickly and decisively, the council might succeed in their plan to execute her for treason. Dante entered the room, breaking me from my thoughts. “He’s ready,” he said with a frown and I knew that Dante hated his guts as much as I did. I nodded and followed him out of the office. The plan I had come up with wa
Tamara's POV The palace felt heavy, like a dark shroud of grief had descended and refused to lift. It had been three days since Sophie was locked in the dungeons, yet she hadn’t uttered a single word about why she had betrayed me and worked for Lord Jarek. I was supposed to be celebrating the fact that I could now start planning my marriage now that we practically had the elders in our hands but I could barely sleep these days. Even the staff moved around cautiously, their eyes downcast, afraid to add to the tension. George had taken it the hardest. He barely ate or slept, pacing the halls with a hollow look in his eyes. His usually composed demeanor had completely shattered, and It hurt to see my normally calm like this.I swear I caught him blinking back tears one time. I sat in the drawing room, trying to make sense of the situation. The Sophie I knew would never betray me. But the Sophie I saw through the cameras that night…she had. "Tamara," Lady Regina’s voice broke throu
Tamara's POVI couldn’t breathe as tears clogged my throat. My chest tightened, and my heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my ribcage. Sophie. My Sweet, loyal Sophie. How could she do this to me? My mind swirled with disbelief as I stared at the screen, watching her hooded figure standing under the dim light in front of Reuben. The truth was a sledgehammer, crushing every ounce of trust I’d ever placed in her and that fucking hurt!Dante’s arm wrapped around me firmly, pulling me back from the brink of collapse. His warmth grounded me, even as my world tilted on its axis. "Tamara," he said softly. "Don't worry, We’ll handle this."Tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked them away. "Why would she do this, Dante? After how much I've tried to help her?"Before Dante could answer, George slammed his fist against the table. He looked even more distraught than I felt, his face pale and his eyes wide with shock. "This doesn’t make sense," he muttered, shaking his head. "Sop
Tamara's POVThe soft rustle of movement pulled me from my sleep, followed by the gentle press of Dante’s lips against my temple. I stirred, groaning softly as my eyes fluttered open. His face hovered above mine, illuminated by the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains."Dante?" I murmured, confused. "What time is it?""Midnight, we have to go," he said, his voice low and steady. "It’s time."Sleep instantly evaporated from my mind as his words sank in. I sat up, the weight of what we were about to do settling over me. "Are Casper and George already there?"He nodded, his eyes sharp and focused. "They’ve set everything up. Come on."---When we arrived at Dante’s office, Casper and George were already waiting, their faces grim. A small array of monitors and equipment was spread across the desk, wires snaking in every direction."Everything’s ready," Casper said, gesturing to the setup.George glanced at us, his expression unreadable. "Reuben has no idea about the cameras we pl
Tamara's POV A few days later-- The soft brush of lips against my shoulder tugged me from the edge of sleep. A gentle hum escaped me as the warmth of Dante's body surrounded mine, his kisses trailing up my neck, slow and deliberate. "Good morning, love," he murmured, his voice husky and laced with affection. I smiled, my eyes fluttering open. "Good morning. You're persistent, aren’t you?" His grin was mischievous. "I couldn’t resist. You look so peaceful when you sleep… but I missed you." He didn’t wait for my reply, capturing my lips with his. The kiss deepened, his hand sliding along my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. I melted into him, losing myself in the way his touch set every nerve alight. Before I knew it, his hands explored familiar paths, his lips igniting flames across my skin. I gasped as his touch left no space for doubt about his intentions. He was slow and thorough, like he wanted to savor every second. "Dante," I whispered, my v
Tamara’s POV The courtroom was heavy with tension and the air was full of unspoken accusations. I could already feel that most people here had decided that I was the enemy. fuck! how was I supposed to get out of this?! My hands gripped the edge of the podium, trying to stay calm as Dante stood beside me, his presence grounding me. The elders sat in their ornate chairs, their faces filled with disapproval. The scum, Lord Jarek was at the center of it all, his piercing gaze challenging after they produced the picture. Me standing in Alpha Jonathan’s pack, speaking to Adrian, one of the biggest enemy of the north. My blood ran cold as the image was printed and even handed around the room which caused their whispers to erupt like wildfire. “Explain this, Luna,” Lord Jarek said, his voice laced with mock concern. “Why were you meeting with Alpha Adrian, of all people?” My mind raced. How had they even gotten this picture? I hadn’t seen anyone nearby when I spoke with Adrian
Adrian’s POVThe sun was high in the sky when I stood outside Alpha Jonathan’s estate. I had come here reluctantly after agreeing to his request to review the evidence he claimed to have against Dante. Jonathan had suggested that together, we might be able to stand against Dante, to weaken his hold and reclaim what was rightfully ours.At first, I’d refused. The idea of joining forces with Jonathan didn’t sit well with me because He was a little unpredictable, and his motives always seemed to serve his own interests above all else. But when I reached out to Jack again hoping to pull him into the plan of destroying Dante, he turned me down flat.“I have no interest in fighting Dante. Tamara has made her decision to stay there and I believe she's happy now,” Jack had said. “That’s your obsession, not mine.”His words stung more than I cared to admit. Jack and I had been allies once when he was desperate for power, and now his dismissal felt like a betrayal. In the end, I’d agreed to
Tamara’s POV The first rays of sunlight poured into the room through the sheer curtains, warming my face. I stirred slightly, feeling the steady beat of Dante’s heart beneath my cheek. He was still asleep, one arm securely wrapped around me while his other hand rested against my waist. I smiled softly, letting myself sink into the peace of the moment. In all the chaos of the past few days, this was the one place I felt safe—Dante’s arms. “Are you staring at me again?” Dante’s voice rumbled, still thick with sleep. I looked up, meeting his sleepy gaze as he cracked one eye open. “Maybe.” “Do you enjoy watching me sleep, Tamara?” he teased, pulling me closer as his lips brushed my temple. I laughed lightly. “Only because you look less like an intimidating Alpha when you’re snoring softly.” “I do not snore,” he shot back, pretending to be offended. “Oh, you do,” I said, grinning at his mock outrage. He pinned me beneath him in one quick movement, his face hovering above