Tamara's POV The 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
TAMARA'S POVAdrian led me through the hall, past the murmuring guests and their curious stares, until we reached a beautiful balcony. The air was crisp, and a soft breeze danced around us, carrying the faint scent of jasmine. The moonlight bathed the scene in a soft glow, casting everything in a romantic light. It was the kind of balcony you’d see in an old romance novel—flowers creeping up the stone railing, the stars twinkling above us. I couldn’t deny how perfect it all felt, even though there was a storm of emotions brewing inside me.He leaned against the railing, looking out at the night sky before turning his gaze back to me. His eyes were still filled with that same mix of mischief and something darker, something deeper. “So, how did you find yourself here tonight?” he asked, his tone light but filled with curiosity.I sighed, leaning on the balcony next to him. “I was supposed to meet Alpha Dante here tonight. He sent me an invitation to be his date.”Adrian’s relaxed postur
Tamara's POV I stormed into the house, slamming the door behind me so hard that the walls shook. My anger coursed through me like wildfire, every thought of Jack claiming me in front of everyone making my blood boil. After everything I did to establish myself as the sole leader, the true Luna of the Crimson pack, he had the audacity to pull a stunt like that—kissing me in front of all those alphas, declaring me as his like I was some kind of trophy.Not only did it make me look weak, but it undid all the work I had done tonight. They were supposed to see me as the leader, not as some prize Jack could claim whenever he felt like it.I paced the living room, the heels of my shoes clicking against the wooden floor. How dare he!The door opened, and I spun around to see Jack walking in, his face set with a mixture of frustration and concern. “Tamara,” he started, his voice pleading, “we need to talk.”I glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “What’s there to talk about, Jack? You
Jack's POV "Ah" Tamara gasped in surprise when I pulled Tamara closer to me, enjoying the way her soft body fit perfectly against mine. Her breasts pressing into me, her scent—something floral and sweet—flooded my senses. For years, I had tried to ignore how good she felt in my arms, brushing it off as a distraction from what really mattered. But tonight was the first time I really let myself indulge in it, maybe because I’d seen how easily Alpha Adrian could’ve been the one enjoying her touch earlier. That bastard had no fucking right, but seeing him with her had stirred something deep inside me, something I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in a long time. She shifted slightly in her sleep, her head nestling against my chest. A small smile tugged at my lips as I admired her peaceful face. How could I have been so blind to this? A voice cut through my thoughts—Kate, reaching out through the mind link. "Jack? Where are you? You’re supposed to be in my room." I ignored her. Toni
Jack's POV Tamara stood at the head of the table, her back straight and her voice clear as she carried on the meeting. The warriors and other leaders listened intently to her, their eyes fixed on her as she confidently discussed the latest patrol reports. I leaned back in my seat, watching her closely, admiring how she’d grown into this role over the last few weeks. There was a time when she wouldn’t have been able to control a room like this, but now… now, she freaking owned it! Suddenly, the door swung open, and Kate barged in, looking flustered. “Sorry I’m late!” she said, glancing around at everyone. “I didn’t know there was a meeting scheduled.” Oh, I felt a sharp pang of realization—Tamara intentionally hadn’t told us about the meeting. She must have intentionally left me and Kate out! What the fuck?! My jaw clenched as I wondered why. Was she trying to get back at me for not informing her about the last meeting? This felt personal. Before I could say anything, Tamar
I left the meeting, my mind swirling with confusion. Jack had been acting strange ever since we started. He was being...clingy. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. He hadn’t even defended Kate when I shut her down. He used to stand by her without a second thought, but now? He was silent, just watching me like he couldn’t take his eyes off me.This was not like him.Was Jack actually changing in this timeline? Could it be that the events of this life were altering him too? My mind raced with the possibilities, but then I shook my head, clearing the thought. No, I reminded myself, he’s still the same. Even though his behavior had softened toward me, he still suggested attacking Alpha Dante. That alone meant he was still trying to start a war, and I couldn’t let that happen.I sighed, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on me. If there was one thing I knew, it was that Jack could never be trusted. He was clever, manipulative, and always thinking ten steps ahead. I had to make sure h
Tamara's POV “Promise me you won’t attack Alpha Dante.” My voice was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for his response.His face tightened, and I could see the immediate resistance in his eyes. He wanted to protest. “Tamara, you don’t understand. Dante is dangerous. If we don’t act now—”I took a step back, pretending to pull away from him completely. His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face as he realized what was happening. He couldn’t lose control over me, not now.“Okay, okay,” he said quickly, his hands coming up in surrender. “I won’t attack Dante. I promise.”I studied him for a moment, surprised by how easily he’d given in. Jack never gave in this easily. He always fought for what he wanted. Was he really changing, or was this just another trick? Either way, I couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction.“Good,” I said, stepping closer to him again.Relief washed over his face, and before I could react, he pulled
Tamara's POV The last two weeks had been nothing short of confusing for me. Jack had been acting so... different. He’d been spending less time with Kate and more time with me. It wasn’t just the time we spent together; it was the way he behaved. I couldn’t help but notice the subtle shift in him. It was like he was avoiding Kate on purpose, deliberately pulling away from her. In our past life, this would have been unthinkable. Jack had never hesitated to be with Kate, flaunting their relationship in front of everyone, including me. Back then, he never cared about how much it hurt me. So why was he acting like this now? I sighed, walking through the dense woods toward Violet’s house. If Jack was truly changing, did that mean there was no need for revenge? I’d spent so much time planning and preparing for the day I’d take him down, but now… now I wasn’t sure what I wanted. I needed advice, and I hadn’t seen Violet since the festival. Violet’s house was at the far end of the pack
Tamara’s POVThe jet hummed softly as we soared through the skies, but I could barely focus on anything other than the constant unease churning in my stomach. I thought I had shaken it off earlier, but as the minutes dragged on, the nausea returned with a vengeance. I barely made it to the restroom before I found myself doubled over again, the contents of my stomach spilling out.“Tamara?” Sophie’s worried voice came from outside the door.I rinsed my mouth quickly and splashed cold water on my face before unlocking the door. Sophie was standing there, her brows furrowed in concern.“You don’t look fine,” she said bluntly.“I’m fine,” I insisted, leaning on the doorframe for support.Sophie wasn’t buying it. “You’re pale as a ghost. Sit down before you fall over.”I allowed her to guide me back to my seat, my legs trembling slightly.“You haven’t eaten all day,” she said, already rummaging through the small kitchenette on the plane. “You’re probably weak. Let me get you something.”“S
Tamara’s POV The early morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the bedroom. I stretched lazily, already anticipating the hopefully not shitty day ahead. Today, I was heading to Alpha Jonathan’s pack to prove Dante’s innocence. There was no room for error. Sliding out of bed, I moved quietly, trying not to wake Dante as I grabbed my clothes and headed to the vanity. But before I could even finish brushing my hair, I felt strong arms wrap around my waist. “Where do you think you’re going?” Dante’s voice was husky, still thick with sleep, as he pulled me back against him. I rolled my eyes, smiling despite myself. “You know exactly where I’m going. Alpha Jonathan’s pack. I told you last night.” “You could stay,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck. “Just a little longer. The sun’s barely up.” I laughed softly, shaking my head as his kisses grew more insistent. “Dante, you’re impossible.” “Guilty,” he said, spinning me around to fac
Tamara’s POVThe courtroom buzzed with tension, the air thick as Lord Jarek droned on, hammering away at Dante’s reputation. his accusations were sharp and too deliberate, designed to paint Dante as a fucking dictator. My blood boiled with every word he spoke.I couldn’t sit still any longer. As Jarek raised his voice, calling Dante a threat to peace, I shot out of my chair.“I object!”The room fell silent. Every head turned to me, and I could feel the weight of a hundred shocked gazes. Even Dante looked stunned as I stepped forward and planted myself between him and the Elders.“Tamara,” Dante hissed softly, his voice low with warning. But I ignored him.“This entire trial is a farce,” I said, my voice firm as I looked directly at Lord Jarek. “You’re not here to seek justice. You’re here to destroy Alpha Dante’s reputation, and everyone in this room knows it.”The collective gasp from the council echoed like thunder.“Outrageous!” Lord Jarek snapped, his face reddening. “You dare a
Tamara’s POV The morning of the court hearing was heavy with tension. Dante had been uncharacteristically quiet as we got ready, his usual confidence dimmed by the weight of what was coming. I tried my best to stay calm for his sake, reminding myself that this was Dante—strong, capable, and always one step ahead of his enemies. But just as I was fastening the final clasp of my dress, a familiar voice rang through the palace halls. “Tamara?” I froze for a second, then rushed out of the room to see Sophie standing at the front door, her bright smile lighting up the grand entryway. “Sophie!” I exclaimed, hurrying down the stairs. “You’re back already?” She nodded, looking a little flustered but happy. “Yes. Nathan sent me back to resume my work.” I blinked, stunned. “Nathan sent you?” She laughed lightly, rubbing the back of her neck. “I know, it’s hard to believe, right? But he’s finally come around. He told me he understands how much my job means to me, and he’s decided to supp
Tamara’s POV Dante had been tense ever since the court summons arrived. The accusation against him was too heavy, and although he’d tried to mask it around me, I could see through his every attempt to hide his frustration. He was on edge, pacing the halls, spending hours in his office, and sleeping less. This wasn’t like him. Dante was always calm, composed, and unshakable. To see him like this… it fucking hurt. I decided I’d had enough. If he wasn’t going to take a break on his own, I was going to make him take one. The plan was simple: distract Dante for a whole day. No office work, no border patrols, no strategizing. Just fun and relaxation. I wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Dante,” I called, standing in the doorway of his study. He was at his desk, leaning over some documents, his dark brows furrowed in concentration. “Hmm?” he grunted without looking up. I stepped inside and crossed my arms. “Get up.” His pen stilled, and he finally looked at me, his sharp green eyes na
Adrian’s POV The knock at my office door came unexpectedly, sharp and deliberate. I frowned, setting down the glass of whiskey I’d been nursing. Visitors were rare these days, and the timing of this one was peculiar. “Come in,” I called, leaning back in my chair. The door swung open, revealing a man I hadn’t seen in years. Alpha Jonathan. His imposing figure filled the doorway, and his presence was as commanding as ever. The silver streaks in his dark hair only added to his air of authority. “Alpha Jonathan,” I said, rising to my feet. “To what do I owe this… surprise?” He stepped inside, his boots clicking against the polished floor as he closed the door behind him. His sharp eyes scanned the room before landing on me. “We need to talk,” he said, his tone curt. I gestured for him to sit, curiosity piqued. “By all means. What brings you here?” Jonathan took the offered seat but didn’t relax. His shoulders were tense, his expression grim. “It’s about Dante,” he said without pr
Adrian’s POV Jack leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable as I tried to explain—again—why I needed his help. “I’m not sure about getting involved, Adrian,” he said flatly. “this is going to far and I'm already risking too damn much.” My jaw tightened, frustration bubbling to the surface. “YOURE risking too damn much? You’re the one who ruined her life in the first place! The least you can do is help me get her back.” Jack’s eyes narrowed. “Watch it. I don’t owe you—or her—anything.” I scoffed, unable to hold back my irritation. “You’re still bitter, aren’t you? You can’t stand the thought of her being happy with anyone else because you’re still not over her.” Jack stiffened, his eyes flashing with anger. “I’m expecting a child with Kate. Do you really think I’m pining after Tamara?” “Yes,” I snapped. “Because it’s obvious. You say you’ve moved on, but every time her name comes up, you look like someone just punched you in the gut. Admit it, Jack. Y
Tamara’s POV George stood stiffly in front of us, his face drawn and tense. Whatever he was about to say, I could tell it wasn’t good. My stomach churned as I leaned slightly against Dante, bracing myself. “The rumors are spreading,” George began grimly. “Some packs in the East are insisting that the North attacked them. And to make matters worse, they claim to have proof.” I frowned, my heart skipping a beat. “Proof?” “Yes,” George confirmed. “They’re using this so-called evidence to appeal directly to the northern elders for intervention.” I glanced at Dante, who had gone unnervingly still. His jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. I didn’t even need to hear his thoughts to know he was seething. “The fucking elders?” Dante repeated, his voice dangerously calm. George nodded. “Yes, Alpha. They’re demanding the elders investigate the matter, and they’re claiming you’re trying to start another war.” I sucked in a sharp breath, the words hitting me like a blow to the
Tamara's POV The palace seemed to feel too darn quiet when I returned and the emptiness I felt whenever Dante was gone settling over me like a heavy blanket. With no one else in my room, my thoughts swirled endlessly. Dr. Laura’s words about hearing thoughts, my anchor, and everything in between kept replaying in my mind. Could it really be true? Was I capable of something so… freaking unnatural? I found myself pacing by the window, staring out into the fading light of the evening. My nerves only calmed when I saw Dante’s silhouette in the distance. He was walking toward the palace, his stride confident and familiar, and my heart softened with the kind of warmth that only lovr can give. As soon as he stepped through the door, his eyes landed on me, and a warm smile spread across his face. “My love,” he said, his voice like a balm to my frazzled nerves. “You’re back,” I said, trying to keep the relief out of my voice. He stepped closer, his arms circling my waist as he pulled me