Tamara's POV "I'm fine now, as long as I have you, I'll be fine… you’re all I care about. You’re my future, Tamara." Dante whispered. I heard his words completely, and I think he believed them, but words were not the same as actions, and if I was truly his future, then why was he still hiding the fact that I was his second chance mate? I glanced at Dante. Keeping our bond hidden wasn’t easy, not when he had made me feel like I was his whole world, but my heart was filling with so many contradicting questions until I couldn’t hold back anymore. So I decided to ask him. “Dante… I really do believe you, but why are you choosing to keep our mating bond a secret?” I asked, keeping my tone light but serious. “If I really am your future, then wouldn’t you want everyone to know that this isn’t just about pack alliances, power or land? why don't you want them to know that we're the real deal?” Dante turned to me then, his expression soft as he lifted my hand to his lips, brushing a k
Tamara's POV “I honestly doubt that Possibility Luna. But I wanted to just inform you in case you don't know, anyone associated with Adrian is considered a threat to Dante’s safety.” He fixed me with a steady stare. “So, if anything else about Adrian comes back to you… you’ll let me know immediately, right?” George asked. I swallowed hard, nodding. “Of course.” After my conversation with Adrian, I was a little freaked out, but I decided to put it at the back of my mind and get ready for the most important part of the day, meeting Dante's mother. I hadn't yet heard from him yet, so I just got dressed and waited by the window, hoping to see some sign of Dante, but there was nothing. What was going on? I really hoped his mom wasn't giving him a hard time. Yes, George had assured me that Dante could handle himself, but I can’t help but worry about him. His mother’s influence over the northern elders was our main hope and, if she was pissed at him for defending me from his brot
Tamara's POV Reuben sneered at me, and his gaze was icy. “Luna Tamara,” he spat, his tone dripping with contempt, “you’re hereby under arrest for murder and terrorism.” The words hit me like a punch to the chest, and for a moment I couldn't speak. I stared at Reuben in shock as my mind began reeling. Murder and Terrorism? His words made absolutely no sense, and yet the anger in his voice was unmistakable.Someone had been attacked and killed, and they were blaming me for it.But who had died? And who was trying to pin it on me? I remembered George telling me not to stirr up any more trouble for Dante, and Cold fear crept up my spine, settling like ice in my veins, but I forced myself to hold my ground, hoping that if I stayed calm, maybe Reuben would explain himself. “I don’t understand…” I managed, my voice coming out far softer than I intended. “What exactly are you talking about, Reuben? What attack? I've been hear all day, I haven’t done anything wrong.” Reuben glared at m
Authors note I want to apologize for any inconsistencies or errors you might find in the next few chapters. I was a little pressed for time, but I promise to correct them all before the 5th of November 2024, so please bare with me, or feel free to pause until then.Thank you so much for giving my book a chance, and leaving comments, I'm learning to write better each day because of you. Lots of love 🥰🥰Tamara's POV They had me by both arms, dragging me across the gravel toward the waiting car. My wrists ached from the handcuffs, cold steel biting into my skin, and the sound of my boots scraping against the ground made me grit my teeth. But that wasn’t what twisted a knot in my stomach—it was the fact that, all around, I saw no sign of Violet, Sophie, or anyone from my group. "Where are they?" I demanded, straining against the guards’ grip. “What did you do with my friends?” A low chuckle made me glance up, and there was the smug asshole Reuben, arms folded, his gaze full of cr
Tamara's POV Yea, I was pretty sure that fairness, was probably the last thing on Reuben's mind. I finally ealized then that the investigation was unavoidable; it was coming for us, whether we wanted it or not. We couldn’t run from it, and if we didn’t prepare ourselves, we’d only be more vulnerable. As much as I hated feeling cornered, I was beginning to see that the best we could do was be ready. I turned to Sophie, forcing myself to sound steady. “How exactly does the investigation process work, Sophie?” I asked. I didn’t know if I was ready to hear the answer, but I needed it anyway. Sophie sighed, clearly sharing my anxiety. “Well, they’re going to question all of us individually—our relationships, any connection with Adrian’s pack, and… they’ll want to know what we think about him.” Violet bit her lip. “So… what should we say?” Sophie glanced at her but didn’t respond directly. Instead, she looked back at me. “They’re going to ask about any interactions you had with A
Tamara's POV In the quiet that followed, I felt my thoughts drifting to Dante. I missed him, missed his steady presence, his reassurance. Did he even know where I was right now? And if he did, when would he come to me? These were the thoughts running through my mind as my brain finally shut down and I nodded off to sleep on the wall of the cold cell. I jerked awake on the cold stone floor of the cell, my body stiff and aching. My friends lay curled up around me, their breathing shallow, but it was the loud voices beyond the cell door that pulled me out of sleep completely. "Dante!" Reuben’s voice echoed down the hall, laced with barely controlled anger. "Stop attacking my warriors and let them go!" My heart hammered in my chest. Dante was here. He’d come for me. I struggled to my feet, pressing myself against the heavy cell door, desperate to hear every word. "How dare you!" Dante’s voice was lethal, filled with barely restrained fury. "You had the audacity to arrest my fiancée
Tamara's POV After Dante pulled me from that cold cell, he didn’t let go of me—not for a second. Even as we moved through the hallways and out into the fresh air, I kept whispering, “Dante, please. I’m fine, I can walk.” But he just tightened his hold, his expression hard and focused.We reached his car, and he finally set me down, but it was only so he could tuck me safely inside before slamming the door shut and circling to the driver’s side. I glanced back and saw my friends climbing into another vehicle, Casper giving me a small thumbs-up before they pulled away.The drive back to the hotel was tense and quiet. I could feel Dante’s anger radiating off him in waves. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, his jaw clenched, and his eyes focused on the road, barely blinking.Once we arrived, Dante parked and came around to my side. Before I could protest, he scooped me up again, ignoring my protests with a determined look. “Dante, really,” I said, my voic
Tamara's POV The next morning, Dante’s hands moved over my shoulders, his fingers easing out the tension that had taken root from everything I’d been through. I closed my eyes, letting out a quiet sigh, and for a moment, I felt safe. But just as I was sinking deeper into the comfort of his touch, a loud, insistent pounding at the door jolted us both back to reality. Dante’s hands froze, and I felt his entire posture shift, tense and alert. He glared at the door with a look that promised trouble. “Stay here,” he muttered to me as he went to answer, but I knew by the way his shoulders were squared that this wasn’t a friendly visit. The door hadn’t even fully opened before a familiar, angry voice barged in. “Dante,” Reuben’s voice was hard and demanding, “you can’t just keep ignoring this. You don’t get to hide her away here while the rest of us are trying to clean up her mess.” Dante’s jaw clenched, and he tried to shut the door again, but Reuben jammed his foot in, refusing to le
Tamara's POVI couldn’t breathe as tears clogged my throat. My chest tightened, and my heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my ribcage. Sophie. My Sweet, loyal Sophie. How could she do this to me? My mind swirled with disbelief as I stared at the screen, watching her hooded figure standing under the dim light in front of Reuben. The truth was a sledgehammer, crushing every ounce of trust I’d ever placed in her and that fucking hurt!Dante’s arm wrapped around me firmly, pulling me back from the brink of collapse. His warmth grounded me, even as my world tilted on its axis. "Tamara," he said softly. "Don't worry, We’ll handle this."Tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked them away. "Why would she do this, Dante? After how much I've tried to help her?"Before Dante could answer, George slammed his fist against the table. He looked even more distraught than I felt, his face pale and his eyes wide with shock. "This doesn’t make sense," he muttered, shaking his head. "Sop
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