LOGINTamara’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?!Ivonne's pov “You two really hate each other, don’t you?” Justin's smile immediately vanished. “I don’t hate the Alpha,” Justin said, picking up his drink. “I just really don’t like him. And I’ll treat him better when he stops being an asshole.” I snorted. “That’s fair, I guess.” He laughed softly. “See? Even you agree that he's an insufferable piece of shit.” “Hey, hey, Don’t twist my words,” I warned, but I was smiling. Once the drinks arrived, I pulled out my tablet and notebook, ready to focus. “Okay, let’s get to the real reason I’m here.” Justin leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Hit me.” “So,” I began, “I'm sure that by now, you've heard about my goal to double the income of the company. So I’ve been brainstorming ways to expand the outreach of the company—especially to younger audiences. The traditional ads are fine, but they’re not exciting anymore. I want something fresh. Something that’ll trend and that's where you come in.” He nodded slowl
Ivonne’s POV The hours slipped by faster than I expected and Before I knew it, it was almost time to meet Justin. I stood in front of the mirror, brushing a few loose strands of hair into place and adjusting my blouse. The reflection that looked back at me actually didn’t seem half-bad. My dark hair fell in soft waves, my makeup was simple but polished, and the pastel blouse paired with my pencil skirt gave me that perfect mix of professional and pretty. “Not bad,” I murmured, smiling faintly at my reflection. “You look like a woman who can escape any kind of hell forced on her.” Honestly, that’s exactly how it felt. A few hours away from the Manor—away from Hector’s brooding, his teasing, his confusing moods not to mention Lincoln and Alison's drama —sounded like heaven. My shoulders relaxed just thinking about it.I had to leave now before something stopped me I glanced at the hallway after opening my door just a crack. The coast was clear. No sound of Hector’s footsteps, no b
Ivonne's pov He chuckled as I stormed toward the door. “Better Believe it, sweetheart. Because I plan to cash in on that promise sooner or later." My face flamed so bright that I was sure I looked like a tomato. I didn’t look back. I bolted out of his room and down the hall, my heart racing so fast I thought it would burst. “Idiot,” I muttered under my breath, cheeks flaming. “Stupid, stupid idiot!” I couldn’t believe I’d actually said something like that to him. What was in that stupid Lycan mead? I’d never been that out of control before. I pressed a hand to my forehead. “Never again,” I swore. “I am never drinking that stuff ever again.” And Hector — I couldn’t ever let myself forget what he really was. Just because he could act charming when he wanted to didn’t mean he was good. He was manipulative, cunning, possibly a murderer and probably enjoying every second of my humiliation. I was still fuming when I rounded the corner and nearly ran into Lora. “Oh! Miss Ivonne,” sh
Ivonne's pov I was still standing there, staring like an idiot, not believing what I had just remembered when Hector casually lifted a towel from around his cupboard and began drying his hair. The slow, unbothered movement snapped me back to reality, but my mind was still reeling from the flash of memory — my lips on his chest, my laughter, his hand on my waist.“Are you just going to stand there, or did you actually come here for something?” he asked, his voice calm and maddeningly composed.“I—” I blinked, my mouth opening but nothing coming out.He raised an eyebrow, still toweling his hair, his tone unreadable. “You barged into my room. Any particular reason?”My brain scrambled, trying to remember why I’d come here in the first place. For a few seconds, all I could think about was the way his hair clung to his forehead and how the towel moved against his neck. Then, suddenly, it hit me.“Larry,” I blurted. “Larry called me.”Hector paused mid-motion. “Larry?”“Yes,” I snapped.
Ivonne's pov After the weird encounter with Solenne, I made my way to Tessa's room. I knocked lightly, and after a moment, the door cracked open. Tessa peeked out, her eyes bleary and her hair also a tangled mess.It seemed that a nasty hangover was our consequence for last night. “Oh goddess,” she groaned, shielding her eyes from the light. “Why are you so loud?” “I’m not loud,” I said, stepping in. “You’re just hungover.” She flopped onto her bed. “I’m dying. Elara must have cursed me with that drink.” “Elara didn’t curse you,” I said with a small laugh. “an I uh came to ask what happened last night because I seemed to have blacked out.” Tessa blinked up at me. “You don’t remember?” “No,” I said. “Nothing.” “Oh.” She frowned, thinking. “Well, you went to pee, remember? I went too. But you said you were sleepy and didn’t want to come back, so I returned to Elara's room alone.” “That’s all?” “That’s all,” she confirmed, rolling onto her stomach. “You didn’t miss mu
Ivonne's pov I knocked on Elara’s door and immediately regretted how loud it sounded as it worsened my still aching head. The sharp thud echoed down the hall, and after a long pause, a very groggy voice groaned from the other side. “For the love of the goodness! Who is it this early morning?”She sounded like how I felt when I first woke up with that pounding headache. “It’s me, Ivonne,” I said quickly. “Can I come in?” The door opened just a crack, and Elara’s face appeared. Her usually sharp eyes were half-closed, her hair was sticking up in every direction, and she looked about five seconds away from collapsing again.This was the first time I had ever seen a Lycan look anything but perfect. It was actually a refreshing sight. “Oh, goddess,” she muttered, rubbing her forehead. “Don’t tell me it’s late morning already.” “It’s almost noon,” I said, stepping inside. Her room was dim, the curtains drawn, and it smelled faintly of wine and lycan mead. “You look like death.”







