LOGINTamara's pov
Jack continued speaking, "I promise you sweetheart, Kate will only stay with us until she is healed, and after that, I will personally make sure she leaves." I felt a surge of annoyance. This was an old lie he had told me in the past. He had sworn up and down that he would kick Kate out, but he never did. Instead, he laid back and watched as Kate took everything from me. And that same thing would happen again if I didn’t find a way to stop them both now. But I couldn't let him see my anger. So I forced another smile and pretended to accept his apology. "Thank you, Jack. I appreciate your concern." Jack moved closer, and caressed my face. “Anything for you my love. You know I would do anything it takes to make you happy. I love you so much Tammie.” He said and I tried very hard not to gag. How could he lie so boldly like that, especially while he was planning to kill me? Jack bent to kiss me, but I turned my face away. "Darling, not tonight, I'm tired," I said, keeping my voice steady. Jack frowned for a moment but recovered quickly. "Of course my love. Let me bring you some milk before you go to bed," he offered,. "It would help you rest." Before I could refuse, he left the room, and returned with a glass of milk a few seconds later. I reluctantly accepted it, but instantly noticed how he lingered around, anxiously waiting for me to drink it. Why was he doing that? what was in the milk? My mind immediately flashed back to how he had poisoned me with tea, and I became even more hesitant to drink the milk. But I didn’t want him to know something was off, so I pretended to take a sip. “Thank you Jack, it’s so good," I said, pretending to enjoy it. Jack smiled widely, and helped me get into bed. I suddenly remembered that in our past life, Jack always brought me milk before bed every single day. I had always thought he did it out of love, but now that I knew how much he hated me, I had to find out why he was he so insistent on giving me milk before bed. I feigned another sip, and pretended to get something from my closet, but I quickly threw the milk in an empty shoe box, then hurried back to bed like I had finished the milk. Jack kissed me goodnight and I lay down, pretending to fall asleep. After a while, I heard him softly calling my name. I kept my eyes shut and remained still. Soon, I felt him waving a hand in front of my face, testing to see if I was really asleep. When I didn't react, he sighed softly and left the room. I waited a few moments and then slipped out of bed to follow after him. I heard him enter the room next to ours—it was Kate's room. ‘Of course,’ I thought and pressed my ear to her door, to catch what they were saying. "Did you give her the milk with the sleeping pills?" Kate's voice asked in an irritated tone. "Yes, she’s sound asleep so we can fuck as loud as we want," Jack replied, "But I'm worried you might have given too much." He asked in a surprisingly concerned tone. "Oh, don't be ridiculous," Kate snapped. "Why are you so worried about that bitch? I thought you hated her? And you don’t have to worry, I didn't use enough to kill her yet. I still have some delicious plans for our Tamara first." She laughed and Jack joined her. “Now fuck me Jack,” Kate moaned, “I’ve been thinking about you all day, I almost couldn’t wait for that bitch to fall asleep.” She cooed and they proceeded to have sex loud enough for the whole house to hear. My blood ran cold and tears filled my eyes as I slipped back into my room. So this had been going on for years and I didn’t know. They were drugging me, controlling me and making fun of me behind my back, thinking I would never find out. Well too bad for them, I was prepared this time. They would not get away with this. I would find a way to stop them. And I would make them pay for everything they had done to me. But first, I had to had to find someone powerful enough to protect my pack from Jack when I broke up with him. But who would that be? My mind came up with only one answer and my mood turned sour. Alpha Dante. Alpha Dante, was the only name I could think of. He was the most powerful Alpha in the region, powerful enough to protect me from any attack Jack could bring. But he was also the same person who would kill my parents in the future, he was famous for being greedy, heartless and cruel, so how could I trust or even ask him for help? Maya my wolf spoke up. “But Alpha Dante hasn’t killed them yet in this timeline. So if we can convince him to not attack us, then we can save our parents and every one else. Then we can also use him to frighten Jack off.” Maya said and I felt like shouting in joy. Maya was brilliant as always. She had found a solution. If we could convince Alpha Dante to form a partnership with us, we could build a relationship and find a way to stop him from killing our parents. It was brilliant! Now I just had to talk to Alpha Dante and convince him to stop hating me.Ivonne’s POVIn the bathroom, theres only blessed Silence, warm steam And my reflection in the mirror, staring back at me with haunted eyes.I glance down at the ring Hector gave me.It gleams softly. Real. Solid. Heavy and oh so very beautiful.This is happening.I’m really going to marry him.It should feel simple. Logical. Expected.So why does my chest hurt? Why do I feel scared? Why do i feel saad and worried for the future?“It’s fine,” I whisper to myself. “It’s a temporary marriage. That was always the plan anyway so there's nothing to worry about. There's notgoing to be a child to worry about."My throat tightens.“Hector’s fate isn’t tied with mine. And mine isn’t tied with his.”I press my fingertips to the cold marble counter.“Fate obviously doesn’t intend for us to stay together forever.”My voice cracks on the last word.I take a shaky breath.“Stop. Stop being stupid, Ivonne. Stop letting yourself fall into fantasies that don’t belong to you.”My reflection blurs with
Ivonne’s POV The world tilts so violently that for a second I’m sure I’m going to faint.Larry grabs my arms immediately. “Ivonne—sit, sit—”“I’m fine,” I whisper, even though my voice sounds like it belongs to a ghost. “I’m just… I’m just shocked that The Lycans would expect Hector to… to kill an innocent child?”Larry winces. “Look, I—I don’t believe Alpha Hector would actually do it. He’s a lot of things, but he isn’t cold-hearted enough to ever hurt his own child.”A memory flashes so vividly I almost choke on it, memories of Hector laughing with the kids in the poor district, tossing them up in the air and catching them, letting them braid his hair, letting them drag him around like some giant jungle gym. He didn’t even flinch when a tiny boy smacked him in the face with a muddy hand.“He… loves children,” I whisper. “He really does.”Larry nods. “That’s one of the reasons why I don’t think he could do something like that.”The thought brings me a tiny sliver of relief… until hi
Ivonne's POV I froze at his words “What?!” My voice cracked. “Why would he make such a ridiculous vow?” Larry winced, as if saying it again would physically hurt. “Hector at first had vowed that he would never marry and bring a weak woman as his Luna, but since mates, whether fated or chosen could be an unpredictable matter, the court insisted that his heir—the future ruler after him—must be Lycan. Not a weak common werewolf.” I stared at him, stunned. “But that's crazy? How could they force such a rule on him? And Why would he even agree to that?” I was asking because I had seen how tough Hector had been with the court, he wasn't one to be pushed over so easily, which means that he had allowed them to put such a bind on him.But why?Larry sighed and shook his head. “He didn't have much of a choice at that time, I believe he thought it was the only or easiest way To secure his position as Alpha,” Larry answered, his tone gentle but firm. “Ivonne, you don’t understand how mu
IVONNE'S POV I stared at Larry for a long second, still frozen from the warning he had just given me. Make sure you never get pregnant for Hector. Those strange words suddenly began echoing inside my skull like a gong, forcing me to pay attention to the older man in front of Me. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “Larry… what do you mean by that? I know this arrangement is temporary, but why would you give me such an odd warning out of the blue like that?" I asked feeling perplexed. Larry blinked at me once, then twice before looking genuinely confused, as if he couldn’t understand why I was asking. “What do I mean by what do I mean? Ivonne, Don't you understand the consequences of--- Wait." He paused suddenly. "Ivonne? —you really don’t know?” "Know what?" I frowned. I was really beginning to get annoyed with all these things everyone expected me to know but I somehow didn't Larry's eyes grew round as saucers. "You don't know about the consequences of breaking the vow?"
Ivonne's POV "I vow to protect you. To stand beside you. To treat you as my equal through the entire year we are bound.”His words vibrated through me. “For the one year, Ivonne… I will treat you with the respect you were always meant to have. You will never ever doubt where you stand with me. You will always know your worth."I exhaled shakily. It was embarrassing how much those words affected me. How deeply they sank. How something inside me, something that was tired, bruised, longing—leaned into him despite every warning I’d ever given myself.For a moment, I let myself imagine it wouldn’t end.I let myself imagine this warmth staying forever.This protection staying with me till the end of time.This sense of safety never leaving my side..Goddess, I had forgotten what it was like… forgotten what it meant to have a man you could trust. Someone who wasn’t waiting to betray you. Someone who didn’t make you small or always doubt yourself.Against my will, I began to melt. I let myse
Ivonne's POV I froze. My heart physically stopped. Because in his hand, he held a ring. A ring I recognized instantly. It was his mother’s. Lady Elizabeth. A delicate band of interwoven silver, marked with Lycan runes—an heirloom passed down through generations. I had only seen it once in a portrait. My breath caught in my throat. “Hector…” I whispered, voice trembling. “What—what are you doing?” He lifted his eyes to mine—those intense, beautiful eyes that could shatter or soothe with a single glance. “I know,” he began softly, “that we were brought together by my Uncle Mr. Archibald’s arrangement. I know you never intended to have me in your life and We were basically pushed together by circumstances." My stomach twisted. “But,” he continued, “I want to formally ask you to marry me of your own free will. I don't want you to ever think that I'm just tolerating having you beside me. I don't want you to ever think that I regret having you as a partner." My world tilted an







