Tamara's POV I just stared at Dante, frozen, with my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. “What... what did you just say?”My voice came out shaky and barely louder than a whisper but he heard me.I watched Dante look hesitant, his jaw tightening as if he really didn’t want to repeat the words. But after a moment, he exhaled deeply, locking his eyes with mine. “Tamara... Your pack members were attacked last night. Some of them were killed.”I froze, the words sinking in like ice water. “What? No...” I gasped, feeling my body go cold with disbelief. My mind immediately raced to my loved ones, my friends, everyone I had left behind. “Who?” I stammered. “Who was attacked? Who—who died?”Dante reached for his phone, pulling up the article before handing it to me. I snatched it quickly, scanning the screen with trembling hands. My breath hitched in my throat as I read the headline: Unknown Invaders Attack Winter-Pack, Several Casualties Reported. The article didn
Tamara's POV “So,” George said, his voice sharp as he stared right at me. “You’re the woman causing all of these problems.”'What?'I blinked in Surprise, caught off guard by his words and the accusatory tone in his voice. Problems? What was he talking about? My eyes met George’s, and the coldness in his gaze made me uncomfortable. I shifted in place, not understanding why he was coming at me like this. I hadn’t caused any trouble. If anything, Dante and I had been trying to fix things.Before I could respond, a low warning growl cut through the room, sending shivers down our. It was from Dante. I could see that his warning tone even sent a chill through his best friend who had now stiffened.“George, watch your tone” Dante growled, his voice dark and it was clear that his temper was rising.I really didn’t want this to get worse to the point that they fought over me, so I quickly stepped forward with an appeasing smile.“George, I'm not sure what you heard,but I didn’t mean to cau
Tamara's POV The next morning, Dante let me sleep in while he left to start his day.I used the opportunity to start getting ready for the trip the next morning, I'll admit that despite Dante's assurances, i was still feeling a bit anxious.I mean can you blame me? Meeting Dante’s family was huge deal, because if it went wrong and his mother refused to support us, Violet and I would be banished back to my pack where Jack would most definitely not hesitate to kill us this time, and no matter how much confidence I tried to muster, the butterflies in my stomach refused to die!I got dressed for the day, put on a blue dress that i knew Dante liked because it matched my eyes, then I headed downstairs for breakfast.On my way there, I noticed Lucy glaring at me from across the hall. Her sharp green eyes followed my every step, and I could practically feel the heat of her jealousy trying to burn a hole in my back. I back a smirk, and my wolf Maya whispered in my mind, 'She’s just jealous,
Tamara's POV The second Violet finished telling me about Casper’s mistress, something inside me snapped. I felt a burning sensation in my gums and my fangs grew long, my vision also turned red with the urge to rip that bitch's head off. My hands clenched into fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms, but I barely registered the pain. All I could think about was how much I wanted to find this woman and rip her apart for humiliating my Violet like that.“Tamara!” Violet’s panicked voice broke through the haze of my bloodlust. “Calm down! You’re turning into that thing again!”Her words hit me like a bucket of cold water. I blinked, struggling to pull myself out of the rage that clouded my mind, but it was hard—so, so hard. The hunger was overwhelming, the need to act on the primal urges that came with it. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears, my throat tightening as my body fought against my attempts to calm it down.“I—” I choked out, trying to steady my breathing. “I can’t c
Tamara's POV I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! Kate, that sniveling little bitch, sitting there on the screen, pregnant and sobbing, accusing me of attacking her and MY own pack.Me? After everything I’ve done to protect my pack and keep everyone safe from them? I felt my blood boil.“Why is she doing this now?” I growled, clenching my fists at my sides. “I mean I knew she was a backstabbing bitch always seeking attention, but How could she even think to blame me for something like this? What will she gain by lying like this?” I yelled in frustration.Dante sighed beside me, running a hand through his hair. He looked exhausted, but his voice remained calm. “I believe Kate’s trying to turn the pack against you. She wants to make you the villain in this. It’s a very calculated move to make everyone hate you and pity her.”I stared at the screen in anger and confusion. “But why? What could she possibly gain from lying like this? She knows I’m not a threat to my own people, so why
Last night, Dante made love to me like his life depended on it, he made sure i had cum at least three times before finally letting me go, even then, he had his arms wrapped tightly around me the entire time we slept. When I woke up, he was still there, pressed against me, refusing to let me go as if he feared I’d suddenly run away. I saw the tension in his body, and from our mating Bond, I could feel that he was scared I’d still regret coming into his pack, that I’d wake up and want to leave. His grip on me tightened every time I tried to move. "Dante," I whispered, shifting slightly to look up at him. His eyes were barely open, but I could see the worry there, the way his brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched. "Dante, we have to get up, you can't hold me in bed forever." I lightly scolded in amusement. But Dante didn't smile. “You don’t regret it, right? Being with me, do you still regret choosing to marry me?” His voice was rough with sleep, but there was a vulnerability in
Tamara's POV “She’s a manipulative witch, that’s why. I heard she forced him into this marriage, threatened him with another war. He’ll dump her as soon as he can.”I couldn't believe that they were saying these things to my face. Dante’s eyes immediately filled with rage when he also heard the whispers in the crowd. His muscles tensed up and his lips curled back before a dangerous growl ripped through his chest in warning. The group of gossipers, who had been bold enough to talk shit about me in front of my fave, immediately stiffened.Their faces drained of color, and they all quickly bowed their heads in fear, shivering as they realized they’d fucked up big time. It was almost funny how the once smug expressions they wore now vanished, replaced by sheer terror for their lives. But before Dante could act on his anger, I quickly pressed a hand against his chest, feeling his muscles under my fingers. “Dante, stop, wait. It’s fine. No need to hurt them, I’m already used to it.”
Tamara's POV I know that Dante always has a naughty plan for me in mind, but when he directed me to a specific section of the car today, I didn’t think much of it. I just assumed he wanted us to sit somewhere more private. I followed him, not sure of why he wanted me to sit there until he pulled up a partition, separating us from the rest of the bus and from the rest our friends. “Uh, what are you doing?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. He gave me one of his trademark smirks, the one that made me feel like I was about to enter trouble. “I told you, you'll pay for teasing me like that. Did you really think you could get away from me that easily?, he said and i gulped. I wasn't sure what exactly he wanted to do to me, but I knew it was something that i would normally never do. It wasn’t until his hand started trailing up my leg, and under my gown that it clicked. So that’s why he wanted privacy. “Dante!” I gasped, blushing furiously and grabbing his wrist, trying to s
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