Tamara’s POV As I strode away from the crowd, I could hear Jack’s footsteps rushing after me. My heart was pounding from all the adrenaline of almost watching my pack members get slaughtered, so I didn’t even bother to glance back at him. "Tamara!" Jack’s voice was sharp and desperate. "What the hell are you doing?" I ignored him until he grabbed my arm, halting me in my tracks. I whipped around, glaring at him. “What does it look like I’m doing, Jack? I’m handling the mess you created!” Jack’s eyes flared with disbelief. “You’re actually going to marry Alpha Dante? That monster? You can’t be serious.” He exclaimed. “Oh, I’m dead serious,” I snapped, crossing my arms. “He can’t be any worse than you. And Since when do you care anyway? Shouldn’t you be focused on your Kate now? She’s pregnant with your child, after all.” I sneered. "Don’t bring Kate into this, this is about you and me." He stepped closer, his voice lowering as if trying to seduce me. "Or have you
Tamara POV I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. The day had been way too long, and wayy too chaotic, not to mention that it was filled with way too many emotions to process. The first case was that My mind kept replaying my expected confrontation with Jack, the stares from the pack members, and the weight of everything I had just agreed to. i was Marrying Alpha Dante for goodness sake!. The same man whose name alone sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. How had it come to this? I had spent years dreaming of the moment I would take control of my destiny, and now I was handing my life over to a man I barely knew. Dear goddess! I sighed, staring up at the ceiling, my fingers twisting in the sheets. Sleep was impossible. A sudden knock on the door made my heart leap into my throat. My first thought was that Jack had come to argue with me again, unable to accept that I was marrying Dante. I was not in the mood for another confrontation. I pulled myself o
Jack's POV As I stood there, watching Tamara clasp the diamond necklace around her neck, it felt like something inside me shattered. My heart was crushed, and I could barely breathe. My throat tightened, and my chest felt like it was caving in. I can't believe she's marrying him!Fucking Alpha Dante! Of all people! How could she do this to me? How could she marry him? My worst enemy, the man responsible for so much pain in my life. She didn’t even flinch when she accepted that diamond necklace. Her face was calm, even pleased. How could she be pleased when she was throwing everything we had away?I stormed to my room, away from the scene that was breaking me apart. I couldn’t stay there. I couldn’t stand to see her like that, wearing something sent by that monster. It made my skin crawl.The room I was walking into wasn’t even my own anymore. Yesterday, Tamara had kicked me out of her room and forced Kate and me to move into one of the smaller rooms downstairs. Pure shame and humili
It had been two days since Alpha Dante sent me the diamond ring, and I was set to leave for his territory in just a few hours. Everything was already packed and prepared for my departure. I glanced at the ring on my finger, the large diamond catching the light as I turned it. It symbolized more than just a marriage proposal. It symbolized my future—our future—and the power that was soon to be mine.Jack had been pretending to ignore me since I accepted the ring, his attempts at cold indifference painfully obvious. I still caught him staring at me sometimes when he thought I wasn’t looking. It wasn’t my imagination either. His eyes would burn into me from across the room, only to look away the moment I met his gaze. I knew it still bothered him, this engagement, but I didn’t care. I had made it clear that he had to leave my pack, that he had no place here anymore. Yet, he hadn’t made any effort to go, and I couldn’t help but wonder why.Still, it didn’t bother me much. Soon, when Alpha
Tamara's POV The road stretched out ahead of us, winding through thick woods and rolling hills as the car smoothly glided over the asphalt. The ride was mostly quiet except for the excited chatter of Violet, who sat beside me, practically vibrating with energy. “This is going to be amazing, Tamara!” Violet gushed, leaning toward me with wide eyes. “I mean, think about it. We’re going to Alpha Dante’s pack—his lands are supposed to be incredible! Abundance like you wouldn’t believe. Huge estates, farms that practically grow food by themselves, rivers full of fish. I’ve heard they even have gold mines!” I gave her a sidelong glance but didn’t share her enthusiasm. Her excitement only made the knot in my stomach tighten. “Yeah, I’ve heard those stories too.” “And it’s all true!” Fiona said with a dreamy sigh, looking out the window as we passed another long stretch of forest. “They say his lands are so prosperous that no one there ever goes hungry. That’s why no one ever leaves—t
Tamara’s POV I took a step back and pushed Violet behind me even though my heart was pounding in my chest. My entire body was trembling as the attackers moved toward us with twisted grins. I tried hard to keep her behind me, to shield her from their cold eyes which were gleaming with cruel amusement as they watched us like predators toying with their prey. "Aww Look at the great and powerful Luna shivering in front of us," one of them sneered, he seemed to be the boss here. He was tall but very ugly with rotten looking teeth as he sneered at me. "Look how the proud Luna Tamara and her friends are so helpless and pitiful in front of us, like a couple of scared little girls." He laughed and the others joined. Fucking prick! I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stand up straighter, to project confidence that I didn’t feel. My voice shook a little, but I glared at him and tried to look as cold and intimidating as possible. "Do you have any idea who you’re messing with?’,
Jack's POV I stood at the edge of the driveway, my arms crossed, watching the northern warriors drive Tamara away. The luxurious car they arrived in was slick and black, barely making a sound as it pulled away. I scowled, feeling a tight knot of frustration in my chest. Their security detail was laughable—two cars, both with tinted windows, crawling along as if they had all the time in the world. They had no idea what danger they were heading into, and it made me scoff. They wouldn’t make it far.Even though I wasn’t the one who had hired the assassins, I knew Kate had, and I could trust that whoever she picked would get the job done. Kate wanted Tamara gone even more than I did. She hated her. Despised her for standing in the way of everything she thought she deserved.As if on cue, Kate sidled up to me, slipping her arm around my waist and leaning her head against my shoulder. “Finally,” she murmured, “we’re free.”I pushed her off, my body stiff and unyielding. “I’m not in the moo
Tamara's POV I woke up groggily, my head pounding as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the faint smell of antiseptic in the air, the sterile cleanliness of a clinic. The room was dimly lit, and I blinked several times, trying to shake off the drowsiness clinging to me like a heavy fog.Where the hell am I?The bed I was lying on was firm, not entirely uncomfortable, but foreign. I definitely wasn’t in my own room. My body ached slightly, a dull pain radiating from my side. Slowly, I moved my hand down to the source of the pain, the memory of being stabbed rushing back to me.The attack. The men. The blood.I tried to sit up but felt a wave of dizziness hit me like a brick wall. Just as I managed to push myself up, a young woman in a white nurse’s uniform hurried over, her expression one of concern. She placed her hands gently on my shoulders and urged me to lie back down.“You shouldn’t be getting up,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “You need
Tamara's POV It’s hard to believe it’s been two whole years since our son’s first breath. Time had passed in a blur of late-night feedings, endless joy, and a growing love that made every challenge worth it. Today was special—today, we were celebrating our son’s first birthday. The house was filled with laughter and the warm, familiar hum of conversation. The backyard was alive with colorful balloons, streamers, and tables piled high with food. Dante had spared no expense for our son, not that I expected anything less from him. Our little boy, Gabriel, was already running around the yard, chasing after a group of kids that had come to celebrate with us. He looked so much like Dante, with those dark eyes and that wild hair. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him so full of life. "Can you believe it?" I asked Dante, my eyes following Gabriel as he giggled, chasing Violet’s two-year-old son, Liam, around a small inflatable castle. "Our son is already one." Dante wrapped his
Tamara's POV I slowly opened my eyes, the familiar scent of my pack house filling my senses. My body was sore, my mind still hazy, but I was alive. I was back. I blinked a few times, trying to focus, and that’s when I saw him—Dante, kneeling beside the bed, his eyes wide with relief. "Tamara," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. Before I could say anything, he pulled me into a tight embrace, his arms around me like a shield. I froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the warmth and safety that came with his touch. I felt my heart swell with so many emotions that I couldn’t even begin to process. "I thought I lost you," he murmured against my hair, his voice breaking. "I thought I’d never see you again." I squeezed him back, my arms weak but determined to hold him. "I’m here," I whispered, my voice rough but full of relief. "You came on time, I’m here." As I pulled back slightly, I noticed the room around me was full of people. Violet, Casper, Sophie, George, Adrian, Jack, and so
Tamaras POV My eyes fluttered open, the world a blur of shadows and pain. Every inch of me screamed, and the poison coursing through my veins made it feel like I was suffocating. i tried to move, but my limbs felt like lead, and I could barely keep my eyes open. I needed to focus, needed to stay awake. Where was Dante? How had he found me so quickly? I could hear voices, faint at first, but growing louder. My head was swimming, and the effort to focus on them was almost unbearable. I tried to speak, to call out, but my throat was dry, my mouth too heavy. I couldn’t make a sound. The poison had me too weak. "Please, Kate," Dante’s voice begged. "Just kill me instead. Let her go. You can do whatever you want to me, but just let her live." I felt my heart shatter at the sound of his voice. He was willing to sacrifice himself for me. I wanted to tell him it was too late, that I was already dying, but the words wouldn’t come. They were trapped in my chest, along with the pain. Kate’
Tamara's POV I could barely breathe as Kate pressed the cold barrel of the gun against my temple, forcing me to drive through the dark roads toward the edge of the pack's territory. My hands trembled with fury on the steering wheel, and I fought to keep my voice steady.I couldn't fucking believe that I had let her trick me like this. "Kate, please, you don’t have to do this, i really dont want to hurt you," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "You should think of the consequences of your actions and we can find a way to work it out. We can make peace because I really don't want my sister's blood on my hands." I warned her. Kate laughed, the sound twisted and cruel. "Peace? You really are as foolish as I remember. You think I want peace? You’ve always been too soft, Tamara. Too kind. And that’s what I’ve always counted on." Her voice was cold, and I could hear the satisfaction in her tone. "You’ve never learned, have you?, you’re still too fucking naive." I gripped the steering whe
Dante's POV I had just finished a meeting with my advisors when Casper burst through the door, his face pale with urgency. "Alpha Dante!" he gasped, his eyes wide with alarm. "We’ve spotted Amanda. She’s sneaking off at night, heading toward the woods." My heart skipped a beat, a surge of adrenaline coursing through me. I’d been expecting something like this. The more I looked into Amanda's behavior, the clearer it became that she was hiding something. "Where exactly?" I asked, already on my feet, grabbing my jacket. Casper didn’t waste time answering. "We’re tracking her now. She’s heading toward an abandoned building just outside the pack's borders. It’s isolated." I didn’t need another moment to think. I turned to George, who had been sitting in the corner. "Gather the warriors. We’re going after her." "Understood," George said, his voice steady despite the situation. He was always quick to respond when it came to my orders, especially when it involved protecting the pack.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her.My Tamara. I should’ve fought harder for her. Fuck! I messed up.I should’ve found a way to make things right between us, but instead, I had pulled away. I had let guilt consume me, thinking that distancing myself would protect her, would keep her safe from the chaos that surrounded me. But all it did was make me ache. I hadn’t heard from her in days, and I couldn’t bring myself to reach out. What was I supposed to say? How could I look her in the eye and pretend that I hadn’t been the one to push her away when all she had ever done was care for me? Yes I pushed her away to protect her but there were probably better ways to handle it.I was stupid, foolish, and now I was paying the price. The silence between us was deafening, and I felt like I was drowning in it. I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone. I had to know if she was okay. Adrian would know, right? He always seemed to be there for her, always willing to step up when I couldn’t. I d
Tamara's POV I had changed so much in this life. I had stopped Jack, broken free from the shackles of my past, and finally taken control of my own fate. I’d fought for justice, and I was starting to see the truth revealed—one piece at a time. The lies that had surrounded me in the past were unraveling, and I could see the consequences falling upon those who had hurt me. But despite all the progress I had made, I still felt... empty. I had won the battle, but I hadn’t won my peace. I found myself sitting by the window of my room, staring out at the pack grounds. The sky was dimming as evening crept in, and I could see the faint shadows of people moving about. But despite the bustle of the pack around me, I felt disconnected, as though a part of me was still far away. I missed them—the people I left behind in the north. Dante, Violet, Sophie... all of them. Even though they had done their best to support me, it wasn’t the same as being there, with them. I had left so much behind whe
Tamara's POV It had been a few days since everything had unraveled—the truth about the war, Jack’s broken ties with Kate, and his newfound loyalty to me. Despite everything that had happened, there was something almost peaceful in knowing that Jack no longer wanted to be my enemy. He was determined to be better, to fix what he had broken. He was, in a strange way, proving himself, and I couldn't deny that I was starting to forgive him. “I swear, Tamara, I’ll never turn my back on you again,” Jack said, his voice thick with sincerity as he looked at me one evening in the training room. His eyes were full of regret, but there was a new fire in them—one I hadn’t seen before. “From now on, I’m loyal to you. I’ll fight by your side.” I nodded slowly, trying to process it all. A part of me wanted to keep holding onto the anger, to punish him for the years of betrayal, for everything he had done to me and my family. But deep down, I knew I couldn’t stay angry forever. He was trying to ch
Tamara's POV The ride back to the pack house was silent, the weight of the truth still hanging heavy in the air. Jack was sitting beside me, his face pale, his eyes unfocused, as if he were trying to process everything that had just been revealed. I could feel the tension between us, the mixture of anger, sorrow, and disbelief. It was hard to believe how much had been built on lies, how much of his life had been shaped by things that weren’t true. “Tamara,” he whispered after a while, his voice cracking. “How could I have been so blind? All these years, I’ve been fighting the wrong battles. Fighting you, my family hating everyone... You didn’t deserve any of it.” I felt a pang of sympathy for him, despite everything. He had been a pawn in someone else’s game, manipulated into believing that I, and my mother, were the enemy. I’d never wanted this for him. I knew he had his own demons to deal with, but to find out that his whole life had been a lie—it made me feel bad for him. “You