Jack's POV Tamara stood at the head of the table, her back straight and her voice clear as she carried on the meeting. The warriors and other leaders listened intently to her, their eyes fixed on her as she confidently discussed the latest patrol reports. I leaned back in my seat, watching her closely, admiring how she’d grown into this role over the last few weeks. There was a time when she wouldn’t have been able to control a room like this, but now… now, she freaking owned it! Suddenly, the door swung open, and Kate barged in, looking flustered. “Sorry I’m late!” she said, glancing around at everyone. “I didn’t know there was a meeting scheduled.” Oh, I felt a sharp pang of realization—Tamara intentionally hadn’t told us about the meeting. She must have intentionally left me and Kate out! What the fuck?! My jaw clenched as I wondered why. Was she trying to get back at me for not informing her about the last meeting? This felt personal. Before I could say anything, Tamar
I left the meeting, my mind swirling with confusion. Jack had been acting strange ever since we started. He was being...clingy. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. He hadn’t even defended Kate when I shut her down. He used to stand by her without a second thought, but now? He was silent, just watching me like he couldn’t take his eyes off me.This was not like him.Was Jack actually changing in this timeline? Could it be that the events of this life were altering him too? My mind raced with the possibilities, but then I shook my head, clearing the thought. No, I reminded myself, he’s still the same. Even though his behavior had softened toward me, he still suggested attacking Alpha Dante. That alone meant he was still trying to start a war, and I couldn’t let that happen.I sighed, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on me. If there was one thing I knew, it was that Jack could never be trusted. He was clever, manipulative, and always thinking ten steps ahead. I had to make sure h
Tamara's POV “Promise me you won’t attack Alpha Dante.” My voice was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for his response.His face tightened, and I could see the immediate resistance in his eyes. He wanted to protest. “Tamara, you don’t understand. Dante is dangerous. If we don’t act now—”I took a step back, pretending to pull away from him completely. His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face as he realized what was happening. He couldn’t lose control over me, not now.“Okay, okay,” he said quickly, his hands coming up in surrender. “I won’t attack Dante. I promise.”I studied him for a moment, surprised by how easily he’d given in. Jack never gave in this easily. He always fought for what he wanted. Was he really changing, or was this just another trick? Either way, I couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction.“Good,” I said, stepping closer to him again.Relief washed over his face, and before I could react, he pulled
Tamara's POV The last two weeks had been nothing short of confusing for me. Jack had been acting so... different. He’d been spending less time with Kate and more time with me. It wasn’t just the time we spent together; it was the way he behaved. I couldn’t help but notice the subtle shift in him. It was like he was avoiding Kate on purpose, deliberately pulling away from her. In our past life, this would have been unthinkable. Jack had never hesitated to be with Kate, flaunting their relationship in front of everyone, including me. Back then, he never cared about how much it hurt me. So why was he acting like this now? I sighed, walking through the dense woods toward Violet’s house. If Jack was truly changing, did that mean there was no need for revenge? I’d spent so much time planning and preparing for the day I’d take him down, but now… now I wasn’t sure what I wanted. I needed advice, and I hadn’t seen Violet since the festival. Violet’s house was at the far end of the pack
Tamara's POV Tears pricked my eyes as I pulled her hands away from the chains. “No, Violet. You’re not going back to him. Not ever again. i fucked up and let this happen when I promised to protect you, but over my dead body will I let it continue." Violet looked up at me, her face pale and gaunt and it was clear that Richard had been starving her. “This isn’t your fault Tamara,” she whispered, trying to console me even though she was the one that had been beaten, bruised and tortured. “Richard… he’s always been like this. He always gets overly jealous when he sees me with other men, even though everyone knows that he has been cheating on me with multiple women. Anytime I confront him, or does something he doesn't like, he accuses me of being disrespectful and locks me up in chains for days." Violet cried and tears filled my eyes to see her like this. "Why don't you just leave him? leave him. and come stay with me." I begged her but she shook her head. "Richard won’t let me
Jack's first person POV I rushed toward Tamara, my heart pounding in my chest. The moment I laid eyes on her, I felt like I could breathe again. She stood there, frozen, staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.“Tamara,” I said, reaching out to her. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”She didn’t respond immediately. She just blinked at me, clearly rattled by what had just happened. The near-death experience, the gunshots, the danger—it was all written across her face.I remember that a few hours earlier, I had looked for her everywhere but I couldn't find her.And to my shock, that had sent a wave of panic crashing through me in a way that I hadn’t felt in years. This didn't really surprise me, because Lately, her absence made me anxious, like she would disappear one day, and someone would take her away from me. The idea of not being able to find her terrified me.I had searched the house, the pack grounds, even near the forest, but I neve
Jack's POV I let go of Richard, rushing over to her. “Tamara, are you okay? Are you hurt?” My voice was softer now, the concern leaking through despite my best efforts to stay calm. She shook her head, but she still looked confused, her eyes flicking between me and Richard. “Why didn’t you call me?” I asked, more sharply than I intended. “You were in danger. Why didn’t you call?” “I-I…” She stammered, clearly still in shock, unable to form a coherent response. “Shh, it’s okay,” I said, pulling her close, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You’re fine now. I’ve got you.” I guided her to the car, opening the door and helping her inside. She didn’t say a word, still too stunned by everything that had happened. I could feel her shaking slightly as she settled into the seat. I turned back to Richard, who was slowly coming to, groaning as he tried to sit up. Without a word, I dragged him over to the car and shoved him into the trunk, slamming it shut. “What the hel
Jack's POV I stormed down to the dungeons, my mind spinning with anger. Richard had gone too far this time, and I wasn’t in the mood to play his games. The dungeon was cold and damp, the smell of mildew filling the air as I approached the cell where Richard was being held. He was leaning against the wall, his face bruised from our earlier fight, but the smug expression hadn’t left his face.“About time you showed up,” Richard sneered, standing up as I approached. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me, old friend.”“I’m not here to listen to your whining,” I said coldly, stopping just outside his cell. “You’re staying here. You’re not getting out.”Richard’s eyes widened in shock. “What the hell are you talking about? Jack, you can’t leave me here! We’re supposed to be on the same side!”I crossed my arms, keeping my face stone-cold. “That was before you threatened to hurt Tamara.”His expression twisted with disbelief and anger. “This is because of that little Luna, isn’
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"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
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
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 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
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
Tamara's POVThe silence was unbearable. Dante hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken. His hand was still wrapped around mine, but his grip was so still, so tense, it felt as if he were frozen in place. My heart thudded against my ribs, and every second that ticked by only made the knot in my stomach tighten.“Dante,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please, say something. Anything.”His dark eyes snapped to mine, intense and unreadable. “What do you mean, ‘when you died’?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with a quiet demand.I sucked in a shaky breath, my mind racing. How could I possibly explain this? My fingers trembled in his, and I pulled my hand away to clasp them in my lap, as if holding onto myself would steady my nerves. “This is… this is my second life,” I finally said, the words tasting foreign on my tongue even after all this time.His brows furrowed, and I could see the questions forming in his eyes. “your Second life?”I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes, I died, Dante. In my past
Tamara’s POVI stared at Dante, completely speechless. The space around me felt smaller somehow, the air heavy with the weight of his words. He knew. All this time, he knew the vial was mine, knew I had secrets, and yet he never said a word.“I—” I started, but my voice faltered. “You knew?”Dante nodded, his expression calm but serious. “I’ve known for a while, Tamara.”My stomach churned. “I... I’m so sorry,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I shouldn’t have kept secrets from you. You didn’t deserve that.” I looked down at my hands, guilt pooling in my chest. “But having secrets doesn’t mean I don’t love you, Dante. It doesn’t mean I’m not loyal to you, I swear by the goddess that your the love of my life and I would never ever do anything to hurt you or your mother.” I pleaded with tears beginning to form in my eyes.Dante surprised me by reaching out and tilting my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His dark eyes were steady, unwavering. “Oh sweetheart, I know that,” h
Tamara’s POVI woke up early the next day. Dante was still fast asleep beside me, his arm draped protectively over my waist. His breathing was steady, peaceful, and I smiled to myself as I carefully slipped out of bed. For everything he’d done for me—his patience, his care—I wanted to show him that I could be there for him too.I tiptoed to the kitchen in our suite, determined to make breakfast. It definitely wasn’t my strongest skill, but I was set on doing something special. Pancakes, eggs, and a pot of fresh coffee later, I carefully arranged everything on a tray and carried it back to the bedroom.“Morning,” I said softly, nudging Dante’s shoulder with my free hand. He stirred, his lashes fluttering open, and when his gaze landed on me, his lips curved into a sleepy smile.“What’s this?” he asked, his voice still rough from sleep.“Breakfast,” I said, setting the tray on the bed beside him. “Like you did for me before, remember?”Dante pushed himself up, his eyes crinkling with am