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
“What the fuck?” “H-How do you know about my second life?” I blurted, still reeling from the shock of her words. My voice was more than a little shaky as I was barely able to process the fact that this stranger I had never ever met in both of my lives knew something so deeply buried? Like was I dreaming? The Doctor woman—Laura—didn’t even flinch at my shock, Instead, she gave me a calm, almost knowing smile. “You’re not the first person I’ve known to be reborn, Tamara.” Her tone was so matter-of-fact, so casual, it made me feel even more unsteady. I stared at her, feeling a like a shark just swam out of a river and was now dancing infront of me. “Reborn…” I whispered, almost to myself. “But… how? How do you know that?” Laura tilted her head slightly, studying me as if I were some puzzle she was trying to solve. “There are signs, things that only people like me can pick up on. The way your body moves, your spirit energy, the way your soul resonates. You have the energy of s
Jack's POV I watched the smoke from the wreckage rise into the air for several hours, black and bitter against the setting sun. Tamara's car—her last moments on this earth—lay mangled, torn apart and bloody. The assassins had truly done their job. Tamara, my Luna was gone. The old me should have been happy, But all I felt was this hollow emptiness. My stomach churned, my head hurt. Tamara... dead, I killed her. How did it come to this? I only finally left the site after my beta managed to drag me back home “So she is truly dead huh? You got what you wanted,” Kate's voice snapped me out of my thoughts but I ignored her. She stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her face twisted in frustration when I refused to answer her. “Don’t act like this wasn’t your plan, Jack.” I didn’t respond right away. I couldn’t. My mouth felt dry, my heart pounded too hard in my chest. I’d fallen for Tamara, hadn’t I? The very woman I’d planned to destroy... I’d ended up loving her. “You hated
Tamara's POV I couldn’t fucking believe it. Alpha Dante is my mate. Holy shit! How?! I stared at the towering figure of the man standing in the doorway. It couldn’t be true—it couldn’t be him. My mind raced, flipping through every memory I had of Alpha Dante, the ruthless leader of the North, the very man I had wanted to kill more than once. How many times had we crossed paths in the past? Too many. And every time, his eyes had burned with a hatred so fierce it could’ve set me on fire. I thought he wanted to kill me, and frankly, I wanted him dead too. But now... this? I took a step back instinctively, my heart pounding in my chest as I remembered the cold stares, the lethal tension that crackled between us during every encounter. We had been enemies in every sense of the word. So how in the world could we be mates? How could the universe think it was a good idea to bond me to the man who had destroyed my life? I glanced up at him, and that’s when I noticed the way his eye
Tamara's POV I hadn’t seen Violet since the attack. My heart raced as I followed the nurse from earlier down the long, sterile corridor. I couldn't stop thinking about the look of terror on her face yesterday when she saw me—when she saw my red eyes. The memory sent a pang of guilt through me. Was she still scared? What if she didn’t want to see me now? After everything we’d been through, the thought of her pushing me away was unbearable. Violet was all I had left. The nurse stopped in front of a door and gestured for me to go inside. I hesitated, my stomach in knots. What if she didn’t want me here? I could barely breathe as I pushed the door open. My mind was filled with worst-case scenarios, but what I wasn’t prepared for was the sight of Violet’s face lighting up the second she saw me. "Tamara!" she gasped, her voice full of relief and joy. I blinked, frozen in place for a moment before the tension in my chest released. I couldn’t hold back the tears that suddenly fi
Violet and I sat silently as the car made its way toward Alpha Dante’s palace. The closer we got, the heavier my heart felt, knowing that whatever was waiting for me inside could change everything. For good or bad, I didn't know yet, I was about to find out. I glanced at Violet, her wide eyes betraying the nervous energy I knew she was trying to hide behind a brave face. She had insisted on coming with me, despite my protests. This girl was a fucking gem! I was more than glad for her support, but I couldn’t help but wonder if bringing her along was a mistake. When the palace finally came into view, both of us gasped in unison. The structure was fucking massive! its towering spires cutting into the sky like gigantic spears. It was more than just a palace; it was a fortress, built with cold, gleaming stone and adorned with intricate carvings and banners. Despite its intimidating size, i thought it was undeniably beautiful, powerful and dangerous, just like its owner alpha Dant
Standing in that grand hall, with all those cold, disapproving eyes on me, I realized something that made my stomach churn—Alpha Dante wasn’t just playing politics with me. This was more than a simple marriage for power. If I wasn’t careful, if I stepped out of line even once, he wouldn’t just destroy me. He’d kill everyone I cared about. My pack, my friends—Violet.I couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.The elders weren’t happy with Dante’s announcement, and their dissatisfaction was obvious. They were greedy, calculating men, each of them thinking about how they could benefit from this union, how they could manipulate their daughters into positions of power. I could see it in the way they looked at me, in the way they spoke about Ana.Finally, after some heated murmuring among them, one of the elders stood up. He was a stout man with a sharp face, and he addressed Dante with a formal tone, though the impatience behind his words was unmistakable. “Alpha, while we understand the stra
As I stepped through the grand doors of my new quarters, I could barely believe my own two eyes. Holy shit! The room was fucking enormous! it was far bigger than anything I’d ever seen before, even bigger than the master bedroom back at my pack. The bed in the center of the room was gigantic- for lack of a better word, it could fit 5 people if i suddenly wanted a sleep over party, plus it was practically drowning in plush bedding and embroidered pillows that looked softer than anything I had ever touched. Maya, my wolf chose to snicker at that moment, “imagine how amazing it would feel being pressed between it and our mate.” She sighed and I blushed bright red. “Control yourself woman!” I playfully scolded her, “we are here to fulfill our purpose for rebirth, not to have naughty thoughts about that sexy man— I mean alpha Dante!” I quickly caught myself but Maya noticed and snickered before going quiet. I looked around and noticed there was a sitting area by the fireplace,
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