Tamara’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 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 had watched Jack and Katie cruelly behead her, 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 Dante wasn’t the real 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. But here she was now, my Violet standing in front of me. Alive. 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, “I just… 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 Katie, 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 their 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 Katie 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 Katie. 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. My fists clenched at my sides, How dare they?!Tamara’s POV I felt rage bubbling inside me, but I forced myself to remain calm. This wasn’t the time to lose control. I needed to keep my head clear so I could act well. Katie wasn’t just sitting in the Luna’s chair, she was sitting very intimately with Jack, her hands were on his chest and her body was practically draped over him, making my blood boil even more. She was in my seat. With my warriors, and my fiancé and she was acting like she belonged there, my vision turn red. But as soon as Katie saw me standing at the door, she yanked herself away from Jack as if she’d been burned. But the damage was already done. I realized with a sickening clarity that they didn’t even bother to hide their affair in front of everyone else. No, they only pretended in front of me because they thought I was too naïve, too blindly in love with Jack, to ever believe anyone else who told me the truth Well jokes on them, I already knew everything. The whole room had frozen when i b
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