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 I don’t know how long I just sat there staring at him, but my brain definitely wasn’t working. Hector’s voice kept replaying again and again in my head like it was on a broken loop. Chelsea isn’t dead. His fated mate. Alive. How was I supposed to process that? My lips parted, but nothing came out at first, just a shaky breath that didn’t even reach my lungs properly. “You… she’s alive?” I finally managed to whisper. The words sounded tiny, embarrassed even. Hector nodded slowly, his expression calm but shadowed. “Yes. Chelsea is alive.” My heart stuttered painfully. I felt like someone had dropped ice water down my spine. “I… when— when is she coming back?” I immediately regretted asking the second it came out. It sounded stupid. Too eager. Too insecure. But I couldn’t stop myself. “I mean—will she? Ever?” He shook his head. “No. She won’t. I haven’t seen her or spoken to her in over fourteen years.” Fourteen. Years. That was longer than I’d even known the St
IVONNE’S POVThe moment the question slipped out of my mouth, I wanted to eat it back.Hector turned to stone beneath me — solid, frozen, painfully still — and I felt my stomach drop straight out of my body.Why did I say that?Why now?Why when everything finally felt calm?“I—I didn’t mean to ask that now—” I started, mortified.He didn’t let me finish.“Ivonne.” His hand gently but firmly held my chin, making me meet his eyes. “Don’t take it back.”I swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t have asked. I don’t want to ruin the mood. I don’t want you to feel—”“You asked because you deserve to know.” His voice was quiet, steady, but heavy… like every word carried weight. “And because you’re about to be my wife.”That last part made my heart jump, but I didn’t push it.He let out a long breath, the kind someone exhales when they’ve been holding something in for years.“Chelsea and I met when we were eighteen,” he began.Chelsea?The name alone made my chest tighten in an uncomfortable way. I imm
IVONNE’S POVHector insisted on helping me pack to his room, which was ridiculous considering I was only supposed to stay in his room for the night. But he followed me around my room like a silent, overprotective shadow, lifting things before I could even reach for them.“Hector, I don’t need half of these,” I protested, trying to snatch a stack of folded clothes from his hands. “It’s just one night.”He lifted a brow. “I’m just being thorough.”“Thorough? I look like I’m relocating.”“You might be,” he muttered under his breath.I stared at him. “What was that?”“Nothing,” he said far too quickly, then grabbed my skincare bag and tossed it on top of the growing pile. “Take this too.”“Hector!”He didn’t even blink. “If you forget it, you’ll wake up irritated in the morning, and then I will suffer for it. So yes, take everything.”I groaned, but a small part of me warmed at how completely unbothered he was about taking care of me. He gathered my things effortlessly and then nodded tow
Ivonne’s POVSolenne just stood there with that smug little smile tugging at her lips, like she had been waiting for us to walk in. My breath caught. Of all the people I expected to see in the dining room, she was the very last.Tessa froze beside me, her voice shaking as she snapped, “W-What are you doing here? You should be in the dungeon!” She repeated what I had just said.Solenne rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh, please. You all act like you can get rid of me that easily. When we all know I'm not the killer here."My stomach twisted. Hector had just told me earlier that he didn’t think she killed Viera… and now Solenne was here practically taunting us. If she really didn’t do it… then…No. I forced my mind to stop there. I wasn’t ready to follow that trail of thought.Solenne folded her arms, chin lifted arrogantly. “And for the record, there’s no actual proof I killed Viera. But don’t worry, I’ll soon prove who really did.”Her eyes flicked meaningfully toward me, and I felt th
Ivonne's pov “So we need to get married,” he said. “Before they discover I hid evidence. It’s the only way I can claim you under my protection.” I opened my mouth to respond—but a sharp knock startled both of us. “Ivonne?” Tessa called softly. “It’s us.” Hector unlocked the door, and Tessa and Elara slipped inside. Tessa gave Hector a shy nod. “Alpha.” Elara glared at him like she wished she could set him on fire. He exhaled slowly. “Take care of her.” And then he slipped out. The moment he was gone, Elara rounded on me. “I’m so sorry,” she blurted. “I shouldn’t have let you drink Lycan mead. It’s too strong for werewolves—your memories got distorted because of it.” “It’s not your fault,” I said quickly. “Really. I’m not blaming you.” Tessa wrung her hands. “And I should’ve shown the footage earlier. Maybe you wouldn’t have been dragged into the Lycan realm at all.” “Tessa.” I squeezed her hand. “I’m proud of you. You stood up to Marcellus. That took courage.
Authors Pov: Apologies about the duplicate chapters. The network malfunctioned and I immediately applied for it to be corrected, but that takes some time. Ivonne's POV The minute we get home, I pulled Hector aside. "So About Viera and that night. please start talking." Hector sighed I didn’t even realize I was gripping His arm until he gently pried my fingers off and glanced down the hallway like he expected someone to be listening. “We can’t talk here,” he muttered, voice low, controlled. “Not in the open, it's too dangerous for you.” A cold shiver crawled up my spine. Too dangerous even at home?But He sounded… serious. Too serious. And suddenly every worst-case scenario my mind could invent came rushing in. “Hector?” I whispered, my throat tight. “What really happened that night? Please just tell—” “Not here.” He cut me off again and took my wrist, not roughly, but with enough urgency that I didn’t dare resist. He walked fast, pushing open his bedroom door and pu







