Tamara’s POV I stared at Dante in shock, his words replaying in my head like a broken record. "It’s my fault that you and your baby were killed." “What are you talking about?” I finally asked, my voice trembling. “How could it be your fault? Dante, we only met once in our past lives. And that was… on the battlefield.” His head snapped toward me, his eyes wide in shock. “We were at war?” I hesitated, biting my lip. I hadn’t meant to say that much. “Yes,” I admitted softly. “But it wasn’t what you think. Jack told me you were attacking our pack. He convinced me that if I didn’t act first, you’d destroy us.” I lowered my gaze. “So, I sent my people to fight you.” Dante’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as realization dawned. “Jack lied to you,” he said, his voice full of bitter certainty. “He played us both.” I nodded, my throat tightening. “I only found out too late. By then…” My voice cracked, and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “By then, everyone I loved was already g
Dante’s POVI watched Tamara, her shock and confusion was practically flashing across her face, and I knew there was no easy way to explain what I was about to tell her. Still, she deserved the truth—everything.“You remember when I told you I was closely working with my brother before and during the war?” I began carefully, keeping my voice steady.Tamara nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing as if she were trying to piece together a puzzle. “Yes, I remember. You said you were helping him, or something like that.”“it wasn't just plain paper work though,” I explained, “I wasn’t just some advisor, Tamara. I was his general.”Her eyebrows shot up, her lips parting in surprise. “General? But… weren’t you—”“Young?” I finished for her, a small, humorless smile tugging at my lips. “I was. Too young, some would say. But I was also good—better than anyone else my brother could trust. I was always an excellent fighter, and strategy came naturally to me. Even when I was still a teenager, I could
Dante's POV I trailed off, the memory of that day flashing vividly in my mind. It was a memory I’d buried deep, but now it resurfaced with a vengeance.“What happened?” Tamara asked softly, her voice trembling. The memory of that day came flooding back as if it had happened only yesterday. I could still feel the exhaustion in my body, the faint ache in my muscles after pushing myself far beyond my limits. I had been lying in my bed, a rare luxury after leading the watch for 72 hours straight. it wasn't by choice though The army doctor had all but dragged me off duty, insisting I rest. “You’re no good to us dead, Dante. You must take a fucking rest or ill declare you unfit for battle and you'll be discharged,” he’d said sternly, and though I hated leaving my men, I knew he was right. I’d barely made it to my cot before sleep pulled me under. But it wasn’t a peaceful sleep. I startled awake to the shrill ringing of alarm bells, a sound that snapped me out of my slumber
Dante's POV She nodded, her small chin lifting in defiance. “Yes. My father sent those warriors to end you. But I snuck out and followed them. He wouldn’t let me join the war, so I decided to secretly follow them and prove to my father that I'm strong by helping them kill you.” Her words sent a jolt tof shock hrough me. “You followed them? You’re a child. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?” it should have been funny that I was literally bleeding out but I was still taking time to scold a stubborn fucking child She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “I'm not a child, I'm almost a teenager... well in a few years, but I wanted to help them fight and kill some bad guys. But… then I saw you, you're not very old but they hurt you too, I felt bad. I didn’t want you to die.” Before I could respond, she stepped closer, her eyes scanning my wound. “You’re bleeding.” “I’m fine,” I lied, though the blood soaking my side said otherwise. She ignored me, tearing her
Tamara’s POV"B-but if you didn't kill them, then who did?" I stammered out in shock even though I knew that there was no way for Dante to have that answer.Dante shook his head sadly. "i don't know that but I can swear on my mother that it could never have been me, I could never hurt you like that, not after what you mean to me. But my guess is that Jack must have been the one to do it, he probably killed them so that you would be pained enough to kill me.""And it worked.' I realized with tears in my eyes. I sat frozen in for a moment, just staring at Dante as his words sank in. My mind was spinning, as every revelation felt like they were pulling me further into a whirlwind of disbelief, shock and confusion. I had killed Dante when he was innocent, when his only crime was caring for me.I wanted revenge for Jack and Kate murdering I and my child, but I was now finding out that I was also a murderer.It felt as if the ground beneath me had shifted, leaving me unsteady, unsure of
Tamara's POV "All this may have been avoided if you let him take his position." i said but Dante sighed.“I considered it,” he admitted, his voice filled with regret. “I thought maybe it would ease the tension. But it didn’t take long to realize Jack didn’t want to lead for the good of the pack. He wanted power. Pure and simple. He didn't care about what the people wanted, all he wanted was to dominate and take revenge for the death of his family. he wasn’t fit to be Alpha, Tamara. I couldn’t let him take over. So, I refused.” I nodded slowly, understanding his reasoning even as my heart ached for the burden he’d carried. “And that’s when Jack turned on you.” Dante’s eyes darkened, his expression hard. “Yes. We used to be close, but wanting power changed him. He rallied people against me, spreading lies, manipulating anyone he could. He used every weak link in the pack against me. When that didn't work, he sent assassins to kill me, I dealt with them, one by one ocourse, but Jack
Tamara’s POV For a long moment, I couldn’t speak. My throat tightened with unshed tears, and the depth of Dante’s guilt washed over me, mingling with the love he had carried for years. It was overwhelming—almost too much to bear. “Dante,” I finally whispered, my voice trembling as I reached for his hand. He flinched at first, like he thought I might pull away, but I held on tightly. “It’s not your fault,” I said, my voice firm despite the lump in my throat. “You can’t blame yourself for what happened. Jack is the one who manipulated and hurt me—not you. You tried to protect me.” His jaw tensed as he avoided my gaze. “I didn’t protect you. I failed you, Tamara. I—” “No,” I cut him off, shifting closer to him on the picnic mat. My fingers cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at me. His beautiful, stormy eyes were filled with anguish, but beneath it all, I saw love. “You didn’t fail me, Dante. The goddess gave me a second chance—us a second chance. That’s what matters now. We’re h
Tamara’s POV By the time Dante and I made it back to the hotel, the sun had set, and the warm, romantic glow of the city lights greeted us. As we stepped into the suite, Violet was sprawled on the couch, flipping through a magazine. The moment she saw us, her eyes narrowed in amusement. “Well, well,” she drawled, sitting up and smirking. “Look who’s finally back from their innocent picnic. You guys were gone for hours.” I tried to keep a straight face, but the heat creeping up my neck betrayed me. I could still feel Dante’s hand on the small of my back as he guided me inside, his possessive touch sending tiny shivers down my spine. But Violet, being the sharp observer she was, didn’t miss the ruffled state of my hair or the slightly wrinkled clothes I was trying—and failing—to smooth out. “What exactly happened out there, Tamara?” she teased, her voice full of mock innocence. “Because it sure doesn’t look like you spent the day just eating sandwiches and enjoying the view.” Dant
Authors note: I'm working on writing new books, please comment on what you'd like to see, thank you so much. Kayla’s POV “If he rejects my requests because of you,” Xavier hissed, his voice low and menacing, “I’ll make sure i show you the true meaning of pain and fear.” The room felt icy as Xavier’s threat echoed in my ears. He had never ever spoken to me with such hate and disgust before. I won't lie, it hurt, but I kept my composure. 'Don’t break, Kayla. Never again.' I reminded myself. Xavier whirled around and stormed out with a smug Mia, leaving me behind with my racing thoughts. I slowly followed behind them but I was forced to a startling halt when he suddenly froze in the middle of the hallway. I followed cautiously behind him and saw why. Alpha Adrian was still standing there. He stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the wall as if he had no intention of leaving after all. The calm expression he had worn earlier was gone, replaced by something co
Author's note at the bottom. Kayla’s POV It was Mia who quickly spoke up, "It's not that simple my Lord, this woman is a murderer!" she yelled and Alpha Adrian's cold eyes snapped back to me. His brow lifted and it seemed that his already intense gaze zeroed in on me even more. I felt my throat tighten like I was being suffocated but Mia refused to stop talking. "It's true Alpha, not only is she a cold hearted murderer, but who she killed were her own parents! She's not an innocent victim here, she's a monster!." Mia’s words rang in my ears like a death knell and I could only watch her smirk in satisfaction. I was frozen, feeling the weight of the traumatic accusation slapped in my face all over again. And to make matters worse, this tall, powerful dark Alpha that made me feel so many strange things would now hate me too. I forced myself to look at him, already expecting to see hate, fury or disgust in his eyes but my breath immediately hitched when I saw his expression.
Authors Note: Please note that your comments are what keep me going. They let me know my efforts are worth it and people are actually reading. I appreciate each and every one of them. Thank you. Also note that this is Alpha Adrian's story. (For those who don't know, He was Tamara's first mate in her past life) Kayla’s POV I could feel my cheeks heating as the stranger’s dark eyes lingered on me. His gaze wasn’t just passing; it was intense, like he was peeling away every layer of me, dissecting every secret. I shifted uncomfortably, clutching the hem of my dress, wishing I could melt into the walls of the Alpha’s office.I needed to disappear before the heat of his gaze melted me to the floor. “Please wait here, I will inform Alpha Xavier that you are looking for him,” I said softly, hoping my voice didn’t betray the nervous tremble I felt inside. I turned to leave, but before I could even take a step, the man moved with lightning speed and blocked the door. His arm braced
Kayla’s POVIt had been one month since Alpha Xavier rejected me. One long, excruciating month since I lost my child, one painful month since i lost my wolf. The memory of the pain, the losses, his cold words, his indifference as he shattered our bond, played on a constant loop in my head. Every night, I’d wake up sweating and trembling, reaching out for Kira, only to remember she was gone. My inner wolf had disappeared the moment Xavier had rejected me, leaving me an empty shell of who I used to be.What hurt even more was how he’d cut me out of his life completely. He wouldn’t speak to me, wouldn’t even look at me. Yet, for reasons I couldn’t understand, he refused to let me leave the pack. I had tried—oh, I had tried so many times to escape. But every time, the guards would catch me before I even made it to the border. Xavier had ordered them to restrain me and bring me back no matter what. Now, I was constantly watched, a prisoner in the very place I once called home.He had s
Kayla’s POV The first thing I felt when I woke up was the ache in my abdomen. It wasn’t sharp anymore, but a dull, throbbing pain that made me wince as I shifted slightly in the hospital bed. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils, and the soft beeping of a heart monitor reached my ears, letting me know I was in the hospital. Then, like a lightning strike, panic surged through me. My baby. I shot upright despite the pain, my breath hitching. “My baby… How's my baby?” I asked, my voice trembling as I scanned the room for someone who could answer me. Dr. Marcus, who was sitting at the corner of the room looking over some papers, quickly stood and approached me. His expression was solemn, his eyes filled with pity. “Luna Kayla…” he began softly, his tone filled with regret. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head violently. “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it.” He hesitated, but finally, he met my gaze. “I’m so sorry. Your baby didn’t survive.” The words hit me like
Kayla’s POV Mia’s smirk was impossible to ignore, but I tried anyway. I sighed heavily, forcing myself to turn back to my tea and toast. The sharp scent of the tea leaves helped anchor me, kept me from snapping at her. She wanted a reaction—I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. But, of course, she wouldn’t leave it at that. “You know,” Mia began, her voice sweet with a cruel edge, “it must be so humiliating for you. I mean, I’ve only been with Xavier a short while, and I’m already carrying his heir. Meanwhile, you? Years, and you couldn’t even give him one pup.” I tightened my grip on the counter but kept my mouth shut. She was baiting me, and I wouldn’t fall for it. Mia walked closer and leaned casually against the counter. “It’s funny, really. He couldn’t keep his hands off me the moment he saw me. Said he couldn’t resist someone who actually knew how to please him.” My wolf, Kira, growled low in the back of my mind. "Ignore her," I told Kira. "She’s trying to get
Kayla’s POVI lost track of how many days I had been locked in the guest room which I had now moved into despite Xavier's protests. The only sounds I could hear over my own sobs were the soft murmurs of the pack outside my door and Xavier’s constant pleading.“Kayla, please,” his voice cracked, and I could hear the desperation. “I’m sorry. Just let me explain. Please, let me in.”But I couldn’t. Every time I thought of his face—of what he’d done—my heart twisted, and tears would pour again. I spent my days in bed, alternating between crying and staring at the ceiling, wondering how everything had fallen apart so quickly.I had tried to eat once, maybe twice, just so that my baby would have nourishment but my body rejected it every time. The knot in my stomach wouldn’t let anything settle, and I’d rush to the bathroom, retching until I was empty again. I was too weak to fight anymore.Eventually, hunger and worry for my child's well being gnawed at me and forced me to venture out, ho
Kayla's POV When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Xavier’s face hovering over me. His piercing blue eyes, the ones that used to make me feel so safe, were filled with worry. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from my face, his touch as gentle as ever. “Kayla,” he murmured, his voice thick with concern. “Thank the Goddess you’re awake.” Reality crashed into me like a tidal wave. The memory of Evelyn’s cruel smirk, Mia’s tear-filled confession, and the gut-wrenching revelation of their betrayal all came rushing back. My chest tightened, and tears immediately blurred my vision. “How could you?” I whispered, my voice trembling. Xavier stiffened, his hand retracting as if my words burned him. “Kayla, I—” “No!” I cried, sitting up in bed and pushing him away. “How could you do this to me, Xavier? To us? You swore you loved me!” He closed his eyes, his jaw tightening. “I do love you,” he said quietly. I let out a bitter laugh, the sound harsh and foreign in th
Kayla's POV My husband and my maid are the reason my baby is gone, but that's not even the worst thing they did to me. The doctor’s office was colder than usual, or maybe it was just me. My palms were damp with sweat as I nervously twisted my wedding ring around my finger. Dr. Marcus cleared his throat, breaking me out of my anxious daze. “Well, Luna,” he said, his eyes softening behind his glasses. “The results are in, and I have some news for you.” I held my breath. The room seemed to shrink, the air thinning. This was it—the moment I’d been waiting for, praying for, begging the Moon Goddess for. “You’re pregnant.” For a moment, I couldn’t comprehend his words. “Pregnant?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Yes,” he confirmed, smiling warmly. “You’re about eight weeks along.” A sob escaped my lips before I could stop it. My hands flew to my mouth as tears spilled down my cheeks. “Oh my Goddess, are you serious?” My voice was shaky, disbelieving. “I’m really finall