Mag-log inTamara’s POV
As soon as Jack was out of sight, I rushed to my room, and went straight to the closet. It was time to begin the first phase of my plan. I shoved aside the soft, delicate dresses Jack liked me to wear and reached for the boldest, most daring outfit I had. It was a leather warrior set, black and fierce, with intricate gold and silver designs that gleamed in the light. The material hugged my body in all the right places, showcasing both my curves but still making me look powerful. It was a piece specifically made for a Luna. It commanded attention, and respect, so Jack hated it when I wore it. He didn’t like the fact that whenever I wore it, every single pair of eyes always ignored him to focus on me. It was perfect. I turned to the mirror and started applying a little makeup. That was another thing Jack had never allowed me to do in my past life. He used to say that he didn’t want me looking too good, because he was afraid that someone would realize how beautiful I was, and take me away from him. I used to think he was joking, but after our marriage, when he started locking me up at home, I soon realized he was very serious. He was scared someone would steal me away before he could claim my pack completely, and that was the very same fear I would use against him. For the final touch to my outfit, i picked up the Alpha’s chest pin my parents gave me before they retired. It was designed as a golden Phoenix, it was meant to signify the transition from a child to the pack’s leader, and since a Phoenix was also the symbol of death and rebirth, I thought it was the perfect jewelry for me. Suddenly a soft voice sounded behind me making me freeze. “Tamara?” I spun around to see Violet, my best friend standing at the doorway. I stared at her, unable to believe my eyes. She was alive. “Violet?” I whispered, shakily. In my past life, I was forced to to watch as Jack and Katie cruelly beheaded her right in front of me, claiming that she had been plotting with King Dante to kill me. I hadn’t believed them of course, and I even fought to save her. But then, Violet’s own husband, Richard, had provided some evidence that proved she helped Dante to kill my parents and I was heartbroken. Violet had crawled on her knees, begging, crying and telling me that Alpha Dante wasn’t our true enemy but I didn't understand her then. I still tried to save her, but Jack cruelly killed her right in front of me. I was devastated. Later, I found out that her so called husband Richard had fabricated everything, just so that he could inherit all her property and marry his younger mistress. Richard was our Gamma and Jack's closest friend, so they planned everything together. They had successfully gotten rid of both of their wives and had replaced us with their mistresses. But here was Violet now, my beautiful best friend standing in front of me. Alive and healthy. I rushed forward to hug her tighter than I had ever held anyone in my life. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered to her. “I should have listened to you, I’m so, so sorry.” I cried and she was stunned . Violet awkwardly patted my back, clearly confused about why I was acting like this. “Tamara? … are you okay? What’s going on?” I pulled back to look at her innocent face and smiled. “I’m fine now that you’re here,” I said honestly, “And i promise I’ll protect you this time, Violet. I won’t let anything happen to you. Not this time.” She frowned and placed her palm on my forehead to feel my temperature. “Are you sure you’re alright? Are you feeling feverish?” She asked and I shook my head with a laugh. She frowned more. “Then what are you talking about?” She asked before suddenly noticing my warrior outfit. “And… why are you dressed like that?” “I’m going to the warriors’ meeting,” I told her. Violet’s face immediately tensed, and her eyes widened in alarm. “No, Tamara, no,” she suddenly whispered urgently, grabbing my hands. “You don’t have to go to that meeting. Please, you have to trust me. Stay out of this.” Her sudden fear startled me. Why didn’t she want me to go? I knew that she was constantly trying to protect me, she was the only one who ever dared to tell me the truth about Jack and Kate, and that was probably why they had her killed. But what was the problem now? Why didn’t she want me to go to the meeting when it could help me save my pack? “Violet, what’s wrong? What aren’t you telling me?” I asked, but she refused to say anything else, just insisting that I shouldn’t go to the meeting. Whatever she was hiding, it only made me more determined to go to the meeting and find out. I grabbed her wrist and began walking to the meeting. Violet tried to protest, but I didn’t give her the chance as I dragged her with me down the hallway, to the meeting room. When we arrived at the meeting hall, I heard voices talking, so I pushed open the doors with force, and all eyes immediately turned to me, then the hall immediately fell deadly silent. I felt Violet stiffen beside me, and my eyes followed her line of sight until it landed at the top of the table where Jack was sitting. But that wasn’t what made her freeze, what made her freeze was the fact that Kate was sitting right beside him, on the Luna’s chair, right were I was supposed to be sitting. I gritted my teeth as my blood began to boil. That fucking bitch! So this was why Jack didn’t want me to come to the meeting. He was already trying to replace me with Kate. Already giving her my position as Luna, even though I was still alive. He said this meeting wasn't a place for a woman, but that rule clearly didn't apply to my sister. So he had been stopping from attending important meetings, just so he could parade his slut in my place? My fists clenched at my sides, How dare they?!3rd povElder Marcellus moved like a shadow under the pale glow of the moon, his heart hammering in his chest. Every step was calculated, silent, careful not to scrape a stone or knock over a stray object that might give him away. The corridors of the Lycan realm were quiet, save for the occasional distant snore or shuffle from a guard, but he knew better than to trust the night. Hector’s vigilance had tightened after Ivonne’s ordeal; guards patrolled more often, more strategically, and it made even a simple stroll treacherous.Marcellus’s palms were slick with sweat as he pressed himself against the cool stone walls, darting a glance down the hall. A guard’s shadow stretched across the corridor ahead.Damn it.He froze, holding his breath, and timed his movement with the guard’s passing. The sentry’s eyes scanned methodically, but Marcellus let his noble rank shine through—subtle gestures, a tilt of his head, a feigned calm. The guard hesitated, recognition flickering, and then with
IVONNE’S POVI woke to the soft morning light streaming through the palace windows, warm and golden, brushing over my face. My head rested on Hector’s chest, the rise and fall of him steady and comforting. I blinked a few times, trying to process the calm after the storm of the last few days.“Good morning,” Hector murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. His voice was still thick with sleep and relief. “You finally decided to wake up.”I smiled, still groggy, and snuggled closer. “Morning… feels… good,” I mumbled, yawning.Before I could fully enjoy the quiet, a soft knock echoed from the door. Hector’s arms tightened around me, and he groaned. “Who could that be this early?”“Maybe it’s important,” I said, attempting to sit up.“Not so fast,” Hector said firmly, gently pushing me back against his chest. “You’re staying right here. I won’t let anyone see you half-asleep like this.”I huffed, feeling both annoyed and secretly grateful. “I’m fine! I can get up.”“Nope,” he replied, arms
IVONNE’S POVWhen it started getting dark, Hector led me back to the palace, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how different everything felt. Even though we’d been here before, today the place seemed warmer, softer somehow. The corridors were quiet, but the air hummed with… respect?We reached our room, and he ushered me inside. A light dinner had been prepared—bread, fruits, cheese, and some honeyed meat. It wasn’t fancy, but it looked inviting, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I didn’t care about appearances.As I stepped in, I noticed something odd. The Lycans—those who usually eyed me with suspicion or outright hostility—were bowing as we passed. Their expressions weren’t wary or jealous; they were smiling. Even a few bowed very low respectfully as if acknowledging something I had done.I stopped in my tracks, confused. “Hector… why are they… smiling at me? and Bowing so low?”He smiled, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Stories of what you did have spread, Ivonne.
IVONNE’S POVI slowly blinked awake, squinting as the morning light poured through the tall windows. The warmth of the sun hit my face, but it wasn’t the light that made me pause. It was the steady pressure of someone holding me—someone familiar.“Hector?” My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.“Morning, beautiful,” came the reply, low and teasing. I felt his lips brush mine in the softest of kisses, and then—he started kissing me all over. My hands, my cheeks, my lips. He was excited, full of energy, and every time his lips touched mine, a little thrill ran through my body.I sat up, blinking in shock. “Wait… wait a second.” I pulled back a little, my hands on his chest. “You’re… healed? Completely?”Hector grinned, running his hands through his hair. “Completely. Not a scratch, not a bruise. I was fully fine the moment you woke up. Don’t act like you didn’t miss me holding you all these days.”I shook my head, still stunned. “You’re… okay… really okay?”He cupped my face, lean
IVONNE’S POVI blink at the familiar voice as, the white haze around me dissolves like mist over a river at dawn.My body feels heavy, but not in the way of exhaustion. More like… weightless, like I’m floating in a dream. I turn, half-expecting to see Hector’s bloodied face—or someone, anyone i know—standing behind me.Instead, I freeze.Because A figure stands there. But its Not my mother. Not any other person I recognize. Instead, it’s me.Or at least, a version of me. But this version glows. Golden, ethereal clothes drape her like sunlight, shimmering with an energy I can’t describe. Her hair is the same as mine, but brighter, with strands that seem to move as if alive. And her eyes… silver. Pure, molten silver.I step back, wobbling. “Wha… what—who are you? Are… are you me?”She tilts her head, a smile that’s equal parts cruel and teasing curling her lips. “Who knows? Are you dead?”My stomach lurches. “Dead?!”She laughs, the sound ringing like wind chimes in a storm. “Relax, I’
IVONNE’S POVAfter i volunteer myself, For a moment, nobody moves. The world is holding its breath, hanging on the edge of a knife. Then—A warm, trembling hand wraps around mine“Ivonne please— no.” Hector’s voice is shredded, like his throat is made of broken glass. He pulls, weak but desperate, trying to drag me back to him. “I won’t let you do this.”I glance down at him. His face is ashen, sweat beading at his temples, the stain of blood creeping through his shirt again where the wound refuses to seal. Viera and her brothers are still kneeling beside him, pouring faint blue light into his chest, trying to keep him conscious.I squeeze his fingers, not gently. “Your Majesty, let go.”“I can’t.” His voice breaks. “Please… don’t make me watch them hurt you. Not you.”“I’m not yours to protect,” I say, more sharply than I intend. “Not right now. This is my choice.”He tries to sit up. The moment his torso lifts, pain lances through him; he gasps and his body folds, the wound tearing







