Tamara’s POV I blinked, not fully processing what he had just said. “What?” My voice came out more shocked than I intended.Jack gave me that practiced, fake sympathetic look that begged me to be understanding. “Please Tamara, as a good Luna, you should try to show compassion and kindness to your people, especially your sister. Katie is still healing,” he explained, as if that somehow justified what he was asking. “And since you’ve been so kind to her, I thought… maybe you could allow her to go with me instead of with you? She’s never attended a glamorous event like this before, and maybe it could help cheer her up.”I stared at him in disbelief. In our previous life, he had allowed me to attend the festival, but he also brought Kate with us—that day turned out to be nothing short of a nightmare. I was humiliated in front of the other alphas and forced to stand in the background, while Jack paraded Kate around like she was his fiancée instead of me. But this time, I had plans
Tamara’s POV As soon as I finally stepped away from the crowd, Violet came up beside me, her face a mixture of concern and curiosity. “Tamara, how are you doing?” she asked, her voice soft but serious and I realized she had overheard the drama between Jack, Katie and I.I smiled, trying to push down the whirlwind of emotions brewing inside me. “I’m okay. Why do you ask?”Violet glanced around, making sure no one was within earshot before leaning closer. “I have something important to tell you.”My interest piqued, and I turned fully toward her. “What is it?”Violet hesitated, “I think you need to sit down first,” she said and pulled me into a chair, before sitting with me.“So what is it?” I asked, genuinely curious.Violet nervously bit her lip before finally blurting out, “Jack and Katie… I think, no, I know they’re having an affair.” She said and tensed up, waiting for my reaction.A loud laugh burst out of me before I could stop it. I was actually expecting something wors
Tamara's POV I went to bed that night fully expecting to be drugged. It was strange, this feeling of déjà vu that had been creeping over me ever since I was reborn into this life. I knew exactly what was going to happen. Jack was going to offer me that same warm milk he always did, the one that I’d once thought was a simple gesture of affection. But now, after everything I had remembered, I knew better. The milk was laced with sleeping tablets. It had to be. As I lay there, pretending to be engrossed in a book, I noticed Jack out of the corner of my eye. He was standing near the door, holding the glass of milk, but there was a hesitation in his movements that wasn’t usually there. His eyes seemed to linger on me more than usual, like he was weighing his options, or maybe trying to gauge if I suspected anything."Are you okay?" I asked softly, lowering my book and glancing up at him.Jack blinked, quickly masking whatever thoughts had been playing across his mind with a charming smil
I watched Kate’s eyes light up as she held my favorite red dress in her hands, completely unaware of the trap I was setting for her. She thought she was outsmarting me, that somehow by taking this dress, she’d outshine me at the festival. The idea almost made me laugh. It was so predictable, so easy.“Oh, Kate,” I said sweetly, taking a step closer to her. “You’re really going to wear that one? I mean, it’s lovely, but don’t you think it’s a bit… bold for someone like you? You might not be able to pull it off the way I can.”Her eyes narrowed for a brief second before her expression brightened again, her smile too wide, too fake. “I think I’ll manage,” she said, holding the dress up to her body and admiring herself in the mirror. “Besides, I’m sure Jack will love it.”I forced a soft laugh. “Oh, I’m sure he will.” I paused, letting my voice drop into something more conspiratorial. “But… if you really want to make an impression, I think I have something even better.”Kate’s eyes flicke
Tamara’s POVThe next evening, as I walked down the hallway leading to our room, I heard their voices. Jack and Kate were getting ready for the festival, their low murmurs carrying to me before I reached the door. Curiosity piqued, I slowed my steps, peering through the slightly ajar door.There they were—Jack standing tall in his crisp black suit, Kate in that ghastly yellow dress I had so kindly “gifted” her. They were too close, too familiar, and I felt a surge of disgust rise in me as I watched Kate touch Jack’s arm, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. Her hand lingered on his chest, and Jack didn’t pull away.Just as Kate tilted her head up, clearly aiming for a kiss, I decided it was time to intervene. I pushed the door open fully, stepping inside with deliberate confidence. The sound of my heels on the wooden floor made them jump apart like guilty children caught doing something they shouldn’t.I pretended not to notice their startled expressions and plastered on a bri
Tamara's POVViolet and I entered the grand hall of the festival together. The place was alive with activity—people chatting, music playing, drinks being served. At first, no one seemed to notice us. It was as if we were just two more guests blending into the crowd. But then, slowly, heads began to turn. Conversations quieted, and suddenly, the room felt like it was holding its breath.Violet stepped forward, holding out our invitation to the postman at the door. His eyes widened as he read it, and without hesitation, he loudly announced, “Introducing the Luna of the Crimson Pack, Tamara!”The murmurs started instantly. I could hear them—whispers of confusion, surprise, and doubt. “Luna of the Crimson Pack?” someone questioned. “But isn’t Kate the Luna?”“How can there be two Lunas?” another voice chimed in.I scanned the room and found Jack and Kate frozen in place. Jack looked like he’d just seen a ghost, while Kate looked mortified. My gaze met Jack’s, and in that moment, I realize
Tamara's POVThe man who handed me my handkerchief stood beside me with a lazy smile playing on his lips. His gaze was warm but mischievous, like he knew more than he was letting on. I couldn’t help but feel a pull toward him, as though there was something familiar about him, though I was certain I’d never met him before. He was undeniably handsome, tall with dark, slightly tousled hair, and his scent—God, his scent. It was intoxicating, like a heady mix of cedarwood and something darker, more primal.“You’re enjoying the festival, I hope?” His voice was smooth, like velvet. There was a playfulness to it, as though he found everything around him amusing.“I am,” I replied, tilting my head slightly. “Though I have to admit, it’s rare to meet someone I don’t know at events like this.” I gave him a curious look, hoping to uncover more about this mystery man. “And I don’t think we’ve met before, have we?”He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Not directly, no. But we have more
TAMARA'S POVAdrian led me through the hall, past the murmuring guests and their curious stares, until we reached a beautiful balcony. The air was crisp, and a soft breeze danced around us, carrying the faint scent of jasmine. The moonlight bathed the scene in a soft glow, casting everything in a romantic light. It was the kind of balcony you’d see in an old romance novel—flowers creeping up the stone railing, the stars twinkling above us. I couldn’t deny how perfect it all felt, even though there was a storm of emotions brewing inside me.He leaned against the railing, looking out at the night sky before turning his gaze back to me. His eyes were still filled with that same mix of mischief and something darker, something deeper. “So, how did you find yourself here tonight?” he asked, his tone light but filled with curiosity.I sighed, leaning on the balcony next to him. “I was supposed to meet Alpha Dante here tonight. He sent me an invitation to be his date.”Adrian’s relaxed postur