Tamara's POV On the day I died, my husband was too busy having sex with my sister to care. The world around me had blurred as the poison my husband fed me coursed through my veins. “Please… someone… help me,” I begged, but my voice was too weak. I painfully dragged myself across the cold floor, desperately trying to reach my guards who were standing just outside the door. “Please …h-help.” I cried louder but they did nothing, even though they clearly heard me. They were choosing to leave me, their Luna to die on my cold bedroom floor. Above the sound of my cries, I could still hear the sound of my bed creaking as my husband continued to fuck my sister on my bed just a few feet from me. “Yes! Fuck me Jack, claim me so your wife can see. Yes! Harder Jack!” My sister Kate moaned as my husband continued to pound her into the bed. I tried to turn my head away but the movement felt agonizing, so I was forced to watch Jack’s hips furiously thrusting into Kate. Jack was
Tamara’s POV I tried to scream for help again, but Kate snarled at me. “Stop it Tamara. No one is coming to save you. I already killed all your friends, and your parents are dead too. And thanks to me, the whole pack believes you’re a killer so everyone hates you now.” Kate laughed. I was devastated to realize that she was right. I had no one left. Since the day she moved into our house two years ago, she had managed to successfully turn everyone against me. Everyone who tried to help me was executed for treason. I was all alone. My heart broke even more. “You won’t get away with this Kate! I swear you won’t!” I choked out. Kate laughed, a loud chilling sound. “Oh darling, but I already have. I got away with it since that day you first let me step foot into this house, years ago. Your fate was sealed that day." She said and I cried harder. Kate suddenly pulled out a long dagger and aimed it at my chest. “Sorry sister, but it’s time for you to go now, Goodbye, Tamara,”
Tamara's POV I stood there, horrified and heartbroken but I refused to give up. "But this is my house Jack! I’m the Luna of the winter pack so I get to say who—“ “You don’t get to say anything alone Luna! Have you forgotten that we merged our packs when I claimed you?” Jack interrupted. "I have an equal say in everything. Stop being selfish and think of others for once. Kate will stay with us and that’s final." He declared in a firm unyielding Alpha tone. I felt my blood boil as I watched Jack scoop Kate up in his arms and carry her to one of the bedrooms upstairs. She still had that smug smile on her face. That bitch! Kate had won this round, and unless I did something drastic, she would continue to win. But what could I do? The logical thing would be to break up with him now so we don’t get married and he doesn’t kill me in the future right? But there was one problem. Our packs had already merged to become one, and as my pack had grown, Jack’s pack had grown in number a
Tamara's pov Jack continued speaking, "I promise you sweetheart, Kate will only stay with us until she is healed, and after that, I will personally make sure she leaves." I felt a surge of annoyance. This was an old lie he had told me in the past. He had sworn up and down that he would kick Kate out, but he never did. Instead, he laid back and watched as Kate took everything from me. And that same thing would happen again if I didn’t find a way to stop them both now. But I couldn't let him see my anger. So I forced another smile and pretended to accept his apology. "Thank you, Jack. I appreciate your concern." Jack moved closer, and caressed my face. “Anything for you my love. You know I would do anything it takes to make you happy. I love you so much Tammie.” He said and I tried very hard not to gag. How could he lie so boldly like that, especially while he was planning to kill me? Jack bent to kiss me, but I turned my face away. "Darling, not tonight, I'm tired," I said
Tamara's POV The next morning, I woke up to find Jack sleeping in my bed like he never left. He was cuddling my waist and I could feel his erection pressing against me. I frowned in disgust, he was probably dreaming about how he fucked my sister. I quietly slipped out to not wake him, but when I opened my door, I found Kate kneeling in front of my door. "Kate? What are you doing?" I asked in surprise. Kate scrambled up to her feet quickly and bowed to me. "Oh Luna! I'm sorry if I surprised you." She stammered with fake innocence. "I was just polishing the floor for you. I want to thank you for letting me stay here, and in return, please let me be your maid, I'll work very hard and do anything you want and I promise to never annoy you. Please accept me as your humble servant." She bowed. I was confused about her actions for a second but then I looked up and saw that my servants were peeping at us and whispering. That's when I realized that Kate was doing all these to loo
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 wh
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 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
Dante's POVI stormed around the palace in search of that weasel I called a brother.boiling rage rushed through my veins like molten lava. My fists clenched at my sides, my vision tunneled as I scanned the grounds for Reuben.How dare he lay a finger on the woman I loved?! The image of my darling Tamara lying pale and motionless on that bed only fueled my rage. And I knew, deep in my gut, that my brother was responsible.I found him in the garden, casually leaning against a bench, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. He turned his head when he heard my footsteps, his brows furrowing in confusion.“Brother?” he called out, straightening up. “You look like you're having a good day." he smirked. "What’s going on?”I didn’t answer. Instead, I lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the nearest tree. His eyes widened in shock.“Why the fuck did you do it?” I snarled, my voice low and dangerous.“Do what?” he snapped, struggling against my grip. “What the hell
Dante’s POVI stood by Tamara’s bedside, my chest tightening at the sight of her pale face. Her shallow breaths were like a blade slicing through me, each one more agonizing than the last. Poisoned. My mate had been poisoned, and no one could tell me how it happened. Anger surged through me like wildfire.“What the fuck happened to her?” I demanded, spinning to face Sophie, who hovered by the door with guilt written all over her face.“I… I don’t know, Alpha Dante,” she stammered, her hands fidgeting nervously. “She was fine before we left Alpha Jonathan’s territory. I swear I don’t know what happened!”“Not good enough,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “Someone must know. She didn’t just get poisoned out of thin fucking airSophie flinched but held her ground. “I wouldn’t have let this happen if I knew. You have to believe me alpha.I rubbed a hand over my face, forcing myself to calm down. Yelling at Sophie wouldn’t help Tamara. “Fine. Then we’ll ask someone who might
Tamara's POV"Every one makes mistakes I'm sure Dante will understand." Sophie said “he kissed me Three times, Sophie. And I didn’t stop him. What kind of person does that?”Sophie exhaled slowly, sitting on the edge of my bed. “oh I get it now, Adrian is your anchor. That’s why this happened.”Her words made my heart sink further. “I don’t care if he’s my anchor. I shouldn’t have let it happen. I rejected him immediately, but what if Dante --Sophie cut me off, waving her hand. “You rejected him already?""yes""then there is nothing to worry about, It was just a kiss, Tamara. It doesn’t mean anything. You rejected Adrian, didn’t you?”“Yes, but—”“Then that’s it,” she said firmly. “The bond is gone. What happened with Adrian is in the past. You don’t need to drag Dante into this.”I frowned, confused by her sudden shift. “You told me I had to tell him, Sophie. You said the truth was the only way.”“I know,” she admitted, her expression conflicted. “But now that I think about it… wh
Tamara's POVAdrian stood in front of me, his face was a mix of utter heartbreak and pain.The sting of my rejection hung in the air between us, and We waited for the pain, the searing agony that was supposed to come when a mate bond was broken. But it didn’t.I glanced at Adrian, confusion mirrored in his dark eyes. “Why don’t we feel anything?” I whispered, my voice shaky.Adrian shook his head, his brow furrowed. “I don’t know. Maybe… maybe it’s because the goddess approves.”The realization struck us both at the same time, and Adrian’s shoulders sagged. He let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “So, this is it. The goddess herself is telling me I was too late. I’ve truly lost you, Tamara.”“Adrian—” I started, but he cut me off.“I should have claimed you in our past life,” he said, his voice thick with regret. “If I hadn’t been so blinded by Amanda, if I had seen you for what you were to me… Maybe things would have been different.”“You can’t dwell on the past,