Tamara's POV Yea, I was pretty sure that fairness, was probably the last thing on Reuben's mind. I finally ealized then that the investigation was unavoidable; it was coming for us, whether we wanted it or not. We couldnât run from it, and if we didnât prepare ourselves, weâd only be more vulnerable. As much as I hated feeling cornered, I was beginning to see that the best we could do was be ready. I turned to Sophie, forcing myself to sound steady. âHow exactly does the investigation process work, Sophie?â I asked. I didnât know if I was ready to hear the answer, but I needed it anyway. Sophie sighed, clearly sharing my anxiety. âWell, theyâre going to question all of us individuallyâour relationships, any connection with Adrianâs pack, and⊠theyâll want to know what we think about him.â Violet bit her lip. âSo⊠what should we say?â Sophie glanced at her but didnât respond directly. Instead, she looked back at me. âTheyâre going to ask about any interactions you had with A
Tamara's POV In the quiet that followed, I felt my thoughts drifting to Dante. I missed him, missed his steady presence, his reassurance. Did he even know where I was right now? And if he did, when would he come to me? These were the thoughts running through my mind as my brain finally shut down and I nodded off to sleep on the wall of the cold cell. I jerked awake on the cold stone floor of the cell, my body stiff and aching. My friends lay curled up around me, their breathing shallow, but it was the loud voices beyond the cell door that pulled me out of sleep completely. "Dante!" Reubenâs voice echoed down the hall, laced with barely controlled anger. "Stop attacking my warriors and let them go!" My heart hammered in my chest. Dante was here. Heâd come for me. I struggled to my feet, pressing myself against the heavy cell door, desperate to hear every word. "How dare you!" Danteâs voice was lethal, filled with barely restrained fury. "You had the audacity to arrest my fiancĂ©e
Tamara's POV After Dante pulled me from that cold cell, he didnât let go of meânot for a second. Even as we moved through the hallways and out into the fresh air, I kept whispering, âDante, please. Iâm fine, I can walk.â But he just tightened his hold, his expression hard and focused.We reached his car, and he finally set me down, but it was only so he could tuck me safely inside before slamming the door shut and circling to the driverâs side. I glanced back and saw my friends climbing into another vehicle, Casper giving me a small thumbs-up before they pulled away.The drive back to the hotel was tense and quiet. I could feel Danteâs anger radiating off him in waves. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, his jaw clenched, and his eyes focused on the road, barely blinking.Once we arrived, Dante parked and came around to my side. Before I could protest, he scooped me up again, ignoring my protests with a determined look. âDante, really,â I said, my voic
Tamara's POV The next morning, Danteâs hands moved over my shoulders, his fingers easing out the tension that had taken root from everything Iâd been through. I closed my eyes, letting out a quiet sigh, and for a moment, I felt safe. But just as I was sinking deeper into the comfort of his touch, a loud, insistent pounding at the door jolted us both back to reality. Danteâs hands froze, and I felt his entire posture shift, tense and alert. He glared at the door with a look that promised trouble. âStay here,â he muttered to me as he went to answer, but I knew by the way his shoulders were squared that this wasnât a friendly visit. The door hadnât even fully opened before a familiar, angry voice barged in. âDante,â Reubenâs voice was hard and demanding, âyou canât just keep ignoring this. You donât get to hide her away here while the rest of us are trying to clean up her mess.â Danteâs jaw clenched, and he tried to shut the door again, but Reuben jammed his foot in, refusing to le
Tamara's POV With one last glare, Reuben turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. The moment he was gone, the tension in the room seemed to lift, but Dante was still visibly shaken, his fists trembling. He turned to me, his face softening. âIâm sorry. You shouldnât have had to hear any of that. I never wanted him to treat you this way.â I managed a smile, reaching up to cup his face. âItâs okay, Dante. Iâm fine. I know he doesnât believe me, but thatâs his problem, not ours.â Dante pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me as he buried his face in my hair, breathing in deeply. I felt the tension draining from him, slowly being replaced by the calm I hoped heâd find in my presence. We stood there in silence for a long moment, letting the weight of Reubenâs words dissipate, piece by piece.âYou donât deserve any of this,â he murmured finally, his voice thick with regret. âReubenâs wrong, and he has no right to speak to you like that.â He pulled back just enough to loo
Tamaraâs POV After Reuben stormed out, the air felt different, lighter somehow, but the tension still hung around us like a thick fog. Dante and I exchanged weary glances, both of us still processing the confrontation. I could see the resolve in his eyes, and it made me feel a little safer, even in the midst of all this chaos. That evening, we gathered in the hotelâs garden for what felt like our first real meeting since everything had blown up. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the space, casting flickering shadows on the neatly trimmed hedges. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions we were all grappling with. As I settled onto a bench, I couldnât help but notice how much more relaxed Sophie and Violet seemed. Their cheeks had a healthy glow, and there was a brightness in their eyes that hadnât been there before. I exchanged a glance with Dante, who raised an eyebrow, mirroring my surprise. âLooks like theyâve been pampered a
Tamara's POV The night wrapped around me like a heavy shroud, an uneasy silence that settled deep within my bones. I tossed and turned in bed, the sheets tangling around my legs as my mind raced through a thousand thoughts, each more troubling than the last. Just as I thought I might finally slip into sleep, I was plunged into a nightmare that felt all too real. Flames engulfed the world around me, the sky an angry red. The ground cracked beneath my feet as I stumbled through the chaos, desperately calling out for Dante. âDante? Where are you?â My voice was swallowed by the roar of the fire, panic rising like bile in my throat. I needed him; I needed my friends. âViolet? Casper? George?â My calls echoed through the inferno, but all I could hear was the ominous crackling of burning wood and distant cries of despair. I pressed forward, heart pounding, feeling the heat of the flames licking at my skin. The air was thick with smoke, making it hard to breathe. Then, as if summoned by m
Tamara's POV The morning sun peeked through the curtains, but I felt anything but rested. The remnants of my nightmare clung to me like a heavy blanket, suffocating in their familiarity. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in my chest.Just then, I felt the bed shift beside me, and I turned to see Dante, still groggy from sleep, pushing back the sheets. His hair was tousled, and for a moment, I couldn't help but smile at how effortlessly handsome he looked, even in his sleepiness.âGood morning, baby girl,â he murmured, voice deep and slightly rough from sleep. He blinked a few times, focusing on me, his brow furrowing slightly. âYou look like youâve seen a ghost. Whatâs wrong?ââNothing,â I replied, a bit too quickly. I turned my gaze back to the ceiling, not wanting to burden him with my worries.Dante wasnât fooled. âLiar. I can see it on your face. Did that nightmare come back again?âI sighed, remembering I had told him I had a ni
Tamaraâs 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. âWell, well,â she drawled, sitting up and smirking. âLook whoâs finally back from their innocent picnic. You guys were gone for hours.â I tried to keep a straight face, but the heat creeping up my neck betrayed me. I could still feel Danteâs 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, didnât miss the ruffled state of my hair or the slightly wrinkled clothes I was tryingâand failingâto smooth out. âWhat exactly happened out there, Tamara?â she teased, her voice full of mock innocence. âBecause it sure doesnât look like you spent the day just eating sandwiches and enjoying the view.â Dant
Tamaraâs POV For a long moment, I couldnât speak. My throat tightened with unshed tears, and the depth of Danteâs guilt washed over me, mingling with the love he had carried for years. It was overwhelmingâalmost too much to bear. âDante,â 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. âItâs not your fault,â I said, my voice firm despite the lump in my throat. âYou canât blame yourself for what happened. Jack is the one who manipulated and hurt meânot you. You tried to protect me.â His jaw tensed as he avoided my gaze. âI didnât protect you. I failed you, Tamara. Iââ âNo,â 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. âYou didnât fail me, Dante. The goddess gave me a second chanceâus a second chance. Thatâs what matters now. Weâre h
Tamara's POV "All this may have been avoided if you let him take his position." i said but Dante sighed.âI considered it,â he admitted, his voice filled with regret. âI thought maybe it would ease the tension. But it didnât take long to realize Jack didnât 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 wasnât fit to be Alpha, Tamara. I couldnât let him take over. So, I refused.â I nodded slowly, understanding his reasoning even as my heart ached for the burden heâd carried. âAnd thatâs when Jack turned on you.â Danteâs eyes darkened, his expression hard. âYes. 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
Tamaraâs 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. âYes. My father sent those warriors to end you. But I snuck out and followed them. He wouldnât 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.â Her words sent a jolt tof shock hrough me. âYou followed them? Youâre a child. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?â 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. âI'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 didnât want you to die.â Before I could respond, she stepped closer, her eyes scanning my wound. âYouâre bleeding.â âIâm fine,â 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 Iâd buried deep, but now it resurfaced with a vengeance.âWhat happened?â 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. âYouâre no good to us dead, Dante. You must take a fucking rest or ill declare you unfit for battle and you'll be discharged,â heâd said sternly, and though I hated leaving my men, I knew he was right. Iâd barely made it to my cot before sleep pulled me under. But it wasnât a peaceful sleep. I startled awake to the shrill ringing of alarm bells, a sound that snapped me out of my slumber
Danteâs 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 truthâeverything.âYou remember when I told you I was closely working with my brother before and during the war?â I began carefully, keeping my voice steady.Tamara nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing as if she were trying to piece together a puzzle. âYes, I remember. You said you were helping him, or something like that.ââit wasn't just plain paper work though,â I explained, âI wasnât just some advisor, Tamara. I was his general.âHer eyebrows shot up, her lips parting in surprise. âGeneral? But⊠werenât youâââYoung?â I finished for her, a small, humorless smile tugging at my lips. âI was. Too young, some would say. But I was also goodâbetter 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
Tamaraâs POV I stared at Dante in shock, his words replaying in my head like a broken record. "Itâs my fault that you and your baby were killed." âWhat are you talking about?â I finally asked, my voice trembling. âHow could it be your fault? Dante, we only met once in our past lives. And that was⊠on the battlefield.â His head snapped toward me, his eyes wide in shock. âWe were at war?â I hesitated, biting my lip. I hadnât meant to say that much. âYes,â I admitted softly. âBut it wasnât what you think. Jack told me you were attacking our pack. He convinced me that if I didnât act first, youâd destroy us.â I lowered my gaze. âSo, I sent my people to fight you.â Danteâs jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as realization dawned. âJack lied to you,â he said, his voice full of bitter certainty. âHe played us both.â I nodded, my throat tightening. âI only found out too late. By thenâŠâ My voice cracked, and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. âBy then, everyone I loved was already g
Tamara's POVThe silence was unbearable. Dante hadnât moved, hadnât 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.âDante,â I whispered, my voice trembling. âPlease, say something. Anything.âHis dark eyes snapped to mine, intense and unreadable. âWhat do you mean, âwhen you diedâ?â 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. âThis is⊠this is my second life,â 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. âyour Second life?âI nodded, swallowing hard. âYes, I died, Dante. In my past