Tamara’s POV
"Marry me." Alpha Dante declared and I froze. "What?" "You really want to form an alliance with me Luna?" "Yes," I said, my voice was no longer confident. "Then leave that immature brat and marry me." My breath caught in my throat. "What? W-why?” If I remembered correctly, this man was supposed to hate me, and I was supposed to hate him, so why was he asking me to marry him? I was shocked. "Marry you? But—" "Think about it, Tamara," he said, his tone now cold and calculating. "If you're truly willing to do anything to make me believe you want this alliance, then this is the price. Marry me, submit to me and we will form an alliance so strong that it would be legendary." I was speechless. The man who had killed my family, the man I had once ordered to be executed, was now offering to be my husband. My mind raced, Could I really do this? Could I marry the ruthless Alpha Dante to protect my pack, save my parents and friends and stop the people who had betrayed me? Yes? no? maybe? "What's it going to be, Tamara?" Dante's voice broke through my thoughts. "Do we have a deal, or are you wasting my time little girl?" He rumbled. Before I could even respond, another voice jolted me out of my thoughts. "Tamara?" I looked up to see Jack looking at me with a frown and my heart sped up in panic. How long had he been there? “Who are you talking too?” Jack suddenly asked and I nearly dropped my phone when he began to walk towards me, his eyes sharp and suspicious. My heart began to race as I fumbled to cut the call, before forcing a smile that I hoped looked more natural than it felt. “Who were you talking to?” Jack asked again but I thought I could hear suspicion in his voice and in the way he was looking at me. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my cool. “Oh, just my mum,” I lied. “She wanted to catch up and talk about the wedding.” Jack’s eyes lingered on me, like he wasn’t fully convinced and my heart began to race then, because what if he’d heard any part of my conversation with King Dante? What if he truly became suspicious of me? He would kill me immediately. Shit! I couldn’t let him find out I knew any of his plans yet before I got a chance to start my revenge. I had to distract him. Without thinking, I moved closer to him and pressed my lips softly to his. His lips were warm, but I didn’t feel any of the comfort his kisses used to give me. Still, I forced myself to suck on his tongue in the way I knew he liked and he let out a needy groan. When I was sure he was distracted enough, I pulled back and smiled up at him, batting my eyelashes suggestively. “You look so good darling, what's the occasion?” I asked, letting my fingers trail over the formal warrior attire I now noticed he was wearing. My kiss seemed to have worked more than I expected because he stammered to gather his thoughts. “Oh uh, there’s a little meeting with the pack’s warriors,” he said dismissively, as if it were no big deal. “Nothing you need to worry about.” I blinked, stunned. "There is a meeting with My own warriors? Why didn’t you tell me?” Jack sighed before pulling me into a hug as if I was a child he needed to comfort. “Tamara, such meetings are not a place for women. You wouldn’t even understand all our talks about war and strategies. Just stay here and focus on picking flowers and planning our wedding Ok? Let me handle the important things.” He said as if he was talking to a child. I felt my temper flare up but I quickly restrained it and forced myself to smile up at him as if he was right. Like I hadn’t spent my whole life being trained to fight and lead my pack, only to be told by my back stabbing asshole of a fiancé that my role was to just pick flowers. In my last life, Jack had done this to me over and over again. He had purposefully kept me away from every important meeting with my warriors, every gathering with my leaders, and every festival where the other Alphas of neighboring packs came together. I later realized too late that he was doing this to make me look like a selfish, dumb, lazy girl who didn’t care about ruling the pack or give a damn about her own people. And unfortunately for me, they all believed it. All my warriors, the other Alphas and my own people believed him and Kate over me. I would never forget that final moment of my past life—when I was crying out for help to my guards as I lay dying on the floor, and even though they clearly heard me, they all chose to ignore me. Because by then, they didn't consider me as their loving Luna anymore. I was nothing to them. But that would not happen again, not this time. This time, I would make it right, and I would show all of them the kind of Luna I could be. Starting now. I forced a smile on my face and agreed with him. “You’re right sweetheart, I should focus on the wedding.” Jack smiled down at me in approval, and I felt disgust in my throat. “That’s my baby girl.” He said. “So submissive, just like you should be. It’s what I love most about you.” I found it very very hard not to just vomit then, but I managed to control myself. What he loved was how easy it was to control and kill the old me. But he had no idea that the old Tamara was long dead now. “Don’t worry Tammie,” he continued. “I promise to take you to the annual harvest festival coming up soon. You can wear one of your pretty dresses and I’ll introduce you to the other alphas there. We’ll show them just how beautiful my wife is.” He said and my face lit up in a genuine smile. 'Oh yes! the harvest festival! The one place where all the surrounding Alphas would gather to celebrate. I absolutely needed to attend it if I was going to win over any Alpha's support to my side In my past Life, Jack also took me to the festival, but then Kate came along, and Jack spent the whole night flaunting her off as the Luna while I was forced by shame to hide in the background. But things would be different this time, I would go to the festival, and I would establish an alliance with the Alphas myself. Jack and Kate were not going to humiliate me this time. With these thoughts in mind, I smiled and nodded like an obedient little doll, but the moment he walked out of the room, my smile dropped. He had no idea what was coming to him, and I couldn’t wait to give him a piece of his own medicine. It was time for step one of my plan.Heyy, thanks for reading! You are awesome. Please remember to review and vote. It means a whole lot to me. Thanks!
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 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
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. Kate 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 owned the place. My vision turned red. But as soon as Kate 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. No wonder my people stopped respecting me, they thought I was a foolish girl who was
Tamara’s POV I blinked, not fully processing what he had just said. “What?” I gaped 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. It gained him a lot of support among the Alphas. But this time
Tamara’s POV As soon as I finally stepped away from the crowd, Violet came up beside me, with a look of concern. “Tamara, Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft and sympathetic and I realized she had overheard the drama between Jack, Kate and I. I smiled, trying to push down the irritation I felt for Jack and his mistress. “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 Kate… 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 to hear something wo
Tamara's POV I went to bed that night fully expecting to be drugged again. It was strange, this feeling of déjà vu that had been creeping over me ever since I was reborn into this life. I always 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 his love. But now, after everything I had discovered, I knew better. The cup of milk he gave me every night was laced with sleeping tablets that would knock me out and allow him to go and fuck her as loud as he wanted. 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 the milk as usual, but something was strange. There was a hesitation in his eyes that wasn’t usually there. In fact, his eyes seemed to linger on my breasts and my curves more than usual, like he was weighing his options on who he wanted to sleep with tonight, or may
I refused to repeat my sentence and just quietly watched her panic. "Er, uh." She stammered and her face reddened slightly, but she quickly covered it with a bright smile. “He just wants me to be well prepared. After all, it’s a big event and I'll be representing you sister since you unfortunately can't come." “Yes, it is,” I agreed, moving closer to her until I was standing right in front of her. “And you want to make a good impression In front of all those important Alphas, don’t you?” Kate nodded eagerly. “Of course! I want to show them that my sister and my boyfri-- I mean Alpha Jack are treating me well despite the fact that I'm the daughter of a common mistress. I just want to please you sister." She said and I smiled at her. Was I really that foolish in my past life that I didn't see past all her dumb ass lies? it seems I was. But not anymore. I knew Kate well enough now to know how to trick her. I knew what she really wanted. She wanted the most valuable things I own
Tamara’s POV The evening of the festival arrived, and I was walking down the hallway leading to our room, when I heard Kate and Jack's giggling voices. They were getting ready for the festival. I could hear their flirtatious murmurs floating up to me before I reached the door. Curios to see whatever wicked plans they were cooking up,, I slowed my steps and peered through the slightly ajar door. There they were— The two back stabbers. Jack was standing tall and I must admit looking handsome, in his crisp black suit and Kate was in that stunning yellow dress I had so kindly “gifted” her. They were leaning too close, almost kissing, 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 caressed his chest, and Jack didn’t pull away. Just as Kate tilted her head up, clearly asking for a kiss, I decided it was time to fuck things up for them. I pushed the door open fully, stepping inside with deli
Tamara's POV Violet 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 for us. Violet stepped forward, holding out our invitation from Alpha Dante to the postman at the door. His eyes widened as he read it, and without hesitation, he loudly announced, “Introducing the Luna of the winter Pack, Tamara!” The murmurs started instantly. I could hear them—whispers of confusion, surprise, and doubt. “Luna of the winter 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
Tamara's POVThe soft rustle of movement pulled me from my sleep, followed by the gentle press of Dante’s lips against my temple. I stirred, groaning softly as my eyes fluttered open. His face hovered above mine, illuminated by the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains."Dante?" I murmured, confused. "What time is it?""Midnight, we have to go," he said, his voice low and steady. "It’s time."Sleep instantly evaporated from my mind as his words sank in. I sat up, the weight of what we were about to do settling over me. "Are Casper and George already there?"He nodded, his eyes sharp and focused. "They’ve set everything up. Come on."---When we arrived at Dante’s office, Casper and George were already waiting, their faces grim. A small array of monitors and equipment was spread across the desk, wires snaking in every direction."Everything’s ready," Casper said, gesturing to the setup.George glanced at us, his expression unreadable. "Reuben has no idea about the cameras we pl
Tamara's POV A few days later-- The soft brush of lips against my shoulder tugged me from the edge of sleep. A gentle hum escaped me as the warmth of Dante's body surrounded mine, his kisses trailing up my neck, slow and deliberate. "Good morning, love," he murmured, his voice husky and laced with affection. I smiled, my eyes fluttering open. "Good morning. You're persistent, aren’t you?" His grin was mischievous. "I couldn’t resist. You look so peaceful when you sleep… but I missed you." He didn’t wait for my reply, capturing my lips with his. The kiss deepened, his hand sliding along my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. I melted into him, losing myself in the way his touch set every nerve alight. Before I knew it, his hands explored familiar paths, his lips igniting flames across my skin. I gasped as his touch left no space for doubt about his intentions. He was slow and thorough, like he wanted to savor every second. "Dante," I whispered, my v
Tamara’s POVThe courtroom was heavy with tension, the air was full of with unspoken accusations. I could already feel that most people hear had decided that I was the enemy.fuck! how was I supposed to get out of this?!My hands gripped the edge of the podium, trying to stay calm as Dante stood beside me, his presence grounding me. The elders sat in their ornate chairs, their faces filled with disapproval.The scum, Lord Jarek was at the center of it all, his piercing gaze challenging after they produced the picture.Me standing in Alpha Jonathan’s pack, speaking to Adrian, one of the biggest enemy of the north. My blood ran cold as the image was printed and even handed around the room which caused their whispers to erupt like wildfire.“Explain this, Luna,” Lord Jarek said, his voice laced with mock concern. “Why were you meeting with Alpha Adrian, of all people?”My mind raced. How had they even gotten this picture? I hadn’t seen anyone nearby when I spoke with Adrian.Unless…I g
Adrian’s POVThe sun was high in the sky when I stood outside Alpha Jonathan’s estate. I had come here reluctantly after agreeing to his request to review the evidence he claimed to have against Dante. Jonathan had suggested that together, we might be able to stand against Dante, to weaken his hold and reclaim what was rightfully ours.At first, I’d refused. The idea of joining forces with Jonathan didn’t sit well with me because He was a little unpredictable, and his motives always seemed to serve his own interests above all else. But when I reached out to Jack again hoping to pull him into the plan of destroying Dante, he turned me down flat.“I have no interest in fighting Dante. Tamara has made her decision to stay there and I believe she's happy now,” Jack had said. “That’s your obsession, not mine.”His words stung more than I cared to admit. Jack and I had been allies once when he was desperate for power, and now his dismissal felt like a betrayal. In the end, I’d agreed to
Tamara’s POVThe first rays of sunlight poured into the room through the sheer curtains, warming my face. I stirred slightly, feeling the steady beat of Dante’s heart beneath my cheek. He was still asleep, one arm securely wrapped around me while his other hand rested against my waist.I smiled softly, letting myself sink into the peace of the moment. In all the chaos of the past few days, this was the one place I felt safe—Dante’s arms.“Are you staring at me again?” Dante’s voice rumbled, still thick with sleep.I looked up, meeting his sleepy gaze as he cracked one eye open. “Maybe.”“Do you enjoy watching me sleep, Tamara?” he teased, pulling me closer as his lips brushed my temple.I laughed lightly. “Only because you look less like an intimidating Alpha when you’re snoring softly.”“I do not snore,” he shot back, pretending to be offended.“Oh, you do,” I said, grinning at his mock outrage.He pinned me beneath him in one quick movement, his face hovering above mine with a boyis
Tamara’s POVWhen I woke up the next morning, I felt so so much lighter, as if the weight of the previous days’ events had eased just a little. The sound of soft humming caught my attention, and I turned my head to see Dante standing near the window. He was holding a tray of breakfast and looking ridiculously handsome in a simple white shirt rolled up at the sleeves.“Good morning,” he said with a warm smile as our eyes met.“Good morning,” I murmured, sitting up and stretching.“I hope you’re ready,” he said, placing the tray on the table and leaning against the chair with a playful smirk.“Ready for what?” I asked, raising a brow.He crossed his arms. “A day that’s all about us. No politics, no interrogations, no poisonings—just you and me.”I blinked at him. “You’re serious, I mean we still have some work to do?”“Very serious,” he said. “You’ve been through enough, Tamara. Today, I want to remind you how much you mean to me.”Warmth bloomed in my chest. “Dante, you don’t have to
Tamara’s POVWhen I woke up the next time, the room was quiet, but I could feel the faint warmth of sunlight streaming through the window. My body felt heavy but no longer weak, and the faint scent of something earthy—Dante’s scent—comforted me.I turned my head and saw him sitting by the edge of the bed, his brows furrowed in concentration as he peeled an orange. When he noticed I was awake, his face lit up with relief.“Tamara,” he said, setting the orange down and leaning closer. “You’re awake. Thank the moon goddess, I thought you became unconscious again”“I’m fine,” I murmured, my was voice still a little hoarse.“You are not completely fine yet since the poison is still leaving your body,” he said firmly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “But you will be. I’ll make sure of it. I'm just glad you're back home with me where you belong."I couldn’t look at him. His concern, his care—it was too much. The guilt I’d been holding back threatened to spill over. I tried to pu
Tamara’s POVI wasn’t sure what was real and what was a dream. My body felt heavy, like it was sinking into an endless void, but faint voices kept pulling me back, calling my name through the fog.It started with a faint memory—the sensation of my knees buckling and the ground rushing toward me. I had felt so sick, my stomach churning and my limbs trembling. There were flashes of frantic movement—people shouting, hands trying to catch me as I fell.“She’s unconscious! Someone get the doctor!” a voice called urgently, echoing through the haze.Sophie’s voice broke through next, high-pitched and frantic. “Tamara, wake up! You’re going to be fine! Please, Tamara, please!”Another voice, calmer but equally distressed, followed. Violet. “It’s wolfsbane poisoning. She’s been ingesting it over time.”Wolfsbane? My thoughts twisted, sluggish and incoherent. How could that have happened? When? Who would do this to me?Another voice, deep and commanding but trembling at the edges, joined the ch
Dante’s POV I pushed open the door to Tamara’s room quietly and my chest immediately clenched at the sight of her still lying unconscious on the bed. But at least color was beginning to return to her cheeks, and her breathing was steadier now which meant that whatever Dr Laura was doing was working, but my Tamara still looked so fragile. It wasn’t like her, my fire cracker to look so fragile. Sophie stepped aside and I sat beside Tamara, brushing a strand of hair off her face. “What’s happening, Tamara?” I whispered. “Why did he do this to you?” She didn’t respond, of course, but I stayed there for a moment longer, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing. it calmed me, even if the sight of her lying there twisted something deep inside me. The door creaked, and I turned to see Dr. Laura entering. She motioned for me to follow her. I hesitated, glancing back at Tamara, who was now flanked by Violet and Sophie, then I rose and followed Dr Laura into the hallway. She clos