Tamara's POV “So,” George said, his voice sharp as he stared right at me. “You’re the woman causing all of these problems.”'What?'I blinked in Surprise, caught off guard by his words and the accusatory tone in his voice. Problems? What was he talking about? My eyes met George’s, and the coldness in his gaze made me uncomfortable. I shifted in place, not understanding why he was coming at me like this. I hadn’t caused any trouble. If anything, Dante and I had been trying to fix things.Before I could respond, a low warning growl cut through the room, sending shivers down our. It was from Dante. I could see that his warning tone even sent a chill through his best friend who had now stiffened.“George, watch your tone” Dante growled, his voice dark and it was clear that his temper was rising.I really didn’t want this to get worse to the point that they fought over me, so I quickly stepped forward with an appeasing smile.“George, I'm not sure what you heard,but I didn’t mean to cau
Tamara's POV The next morning, Dante let me sleep in while he left to start his day.I used the opportunity to start getting ready for the trip the next morning, I'll admit that despite Dante's assurances, i was still feeling a bit anxious.I mean can you blame me? Meeting Dante’s family was huge deal, because if it went wrong and his mother refused to support us, Violet and I would be banished back to my pack where Jack would most definitely not hesitate to kill us this time, and no matter how much confidence I tried to muster, the butterflies in my stomach refused to die!I got dressed for the day, put on a blue dress that i knew Dante liked because it matched my eyes, then I headed downstairs for breakfast.On my way there, I noticed Lucy glaring at me from across the hall. Her sharp green eyes followed my every step, and I could practically feel the heat of her jealousy trying to burn a hole in my back. I back a smirk, and my wolf Maya whispered in my mind, 'She’s just jealous,
Tamara's POV The second Violet finished telling me about Casper’s mistress, something inside me snapped. I felt a burning sensation in my gums and my fangs grew long, my vision also turned red with the urge to rip that bitch's head off. My hands clenched into fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms, but I barely registered the pain. All I could think about was how much I wanted to find this woman and rip her apart for humiliating my Violet like that.“Tamara!” Violet’s panicked voice broke through the haze of my bloodlust. “Calm down! You’re turning into that thing again!”Her words hit me like a bucket of cold water. I blinked, struggling to pull myself out of the rage that clouded my mind, but it was hard—so, so hard. The hunger was overwhelming, the need to act on the primal urges that came with it. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears, my throat tightening as my body fought against my attempts to calm it down.“I—” I choked out, trying to steady my breathing. “I can’t c
Tamara's POV I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! Kate, that sniveling little bitch, sitting there on the screen, pregnant and sobbing, accusing me of attacking her and MY own pack.Me? After everything I’ve done to protect my pack and keep everyone safe from them? I felt my blood boil.“Why is she doing this now?” I growled, clenching my fists at my sides. “I mean I knew she was a backstabbing bitch always seeking attention, but How could she even think to blame me for something like this? What will she gain by lying like this?” I yelled in frustration.Dante sighed beside me, running a hand through his hair. He looked exhausted, but his voice remained calm. “I believe Kate’s trying to turn the pack against you. She wants to make you the villain in this. It’s a very calculated move to make everyone hate you and pity her.”I stared at the screen in anger and confusion. “But why? What could she possibly gain from lying like this? She knows I’m not a threat to my own people, so why
Last night, Dante made love to me like his life depended on it, he made sure i had cum at least three times before finally letting me go, even then, he had his arms wrapped tightly around me the entire time we slept. When I woke up, he was still there, pressed against me, refusing to let me go as if he feared I’d suddenly run away. I saw the tension in his body, and from our mating Bond, I could feel that he was scared I’d still regret coming into his pack, that I’d wake up and want to leave. His grip on me tightened every time I tried to move. "Dante," I whispered, shifting slightly to look up at him. His eyes were barely open, but I could see the worry there, the way his brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched. "Dante, we have to get up, you can't hold me in bed forever." I lightly scolded in amusement. But Dante didn't smile. “You don’t regret it, right? Being with me, do you still regret choosing to marry me?” His voice was rough with sleep, but there was a vulnerability in
Tamara's POV “She’s a manipulative witch, that’s why. I heard she forced him into this marriage, threatened him with another war. He’ll dump her as soon as he can.”I couldn't believe that they were saying these things to my face. Dante’s eyes immediately filled with rage when he also heard the whispers in the crowd. His muscles tensed up and his lips curled back before a dangerous growl ripped through his chest in warning. The group of gossipers, who had been bold enough to talk shit about me in front of my fave, immediately stiffened.Their faces drained of color, and they all quickly bowed their heads in fear, shivering as they realized they’d fucked up big time. It was almost funny how the once smug expressions they wore now vanished, replaced by sheer terror for their lives. But before Dante could act on his anger, I quickly pressed a hand against his chest, feeling his muscles under my fingers. “Dante, stop, wait. It’s fine. No need to hurt them, I’m already used to it.”
Tamara's POV I know that Dante always has a naughty plan for me in mind, but when he directed me to a specific section of the car today, I didn’t think much of it. I just assumed he wanted us to sit somewhere more private. I followed him, not sure of why he wanted me to sit there until he pulled up a partition, separating us from the rest of the bus and from the rest our friends. “Uh, what are you doing?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. He gave me one of his trademark smirks, the one that made me feel like I was about to enter trouble. “I told you, you'll pay for teasing me like that. Did you really think you could get away from me that easily?, he said and i gulped. I wasn't sure what exactly he wanted to do to me, but I knew it was something that i would normally never do. It wasn’t until his hand started trailing up my leg, and under my gown that it clicked. So that’s why he wanted privacy. “Dante!” I gasped, blushing furiously and grabbing his wrist, trying to s
Tamara's POV I felt Dante's eyes on me as the music of the club started pulsing through my veins. It was a slow sultry rhythm that was just perfect for the show I wanted to put on. I closed my eyes and began to sway to the beat. My hands slowly slid up and down my curves as I whined my hips and arched my neck. I knew Dante’s eyes were on me—I could feel the Dante's hungry gaze eating every inch of my bare skin as moved in a way that I knew would turn him on and drive him crazy. He had challenged my dancing skill and now I was going to use that to punish him. I let my hands trail up to cup my breasts as I began to sway my hips even harder. I opened my eyes and met his hungry gaze- I wanted him to know I was performing for only him. From across the room, I saw him watching my every move with an intense, unblinking stare fixed on me, and a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. It looked like he couldn't take his eyes off me even if he tried to. It was like I trapped hi
Tamara’s POV By the time Dante and I made it back to the hotel, the sun had set, and the warm, romantic glow of the city lights greeted us. As we stepped into the suite, Violet was sprawled on the couch, flipping through a magazine. The moment she saw us, her eyes narrowed in amusement. “Well, well,” she drawled, sitting up and smirking. “Look who’s finally back from their innocent picnic. You guys were gone for hours.” I tried to keep a straight face, but the heat creeping up my neck betrayed me. I could still feel Dante’s hand on the small of my back as he guided me inside, his possessive touch sending tiny shivers down my spine. But Violet, being the sharp observer she was, didn’t miss the ruffled state of my hair or the slightly wrinkled clothes I was trying—and failing—to smooth out. “What exactly happened out there, Tamara?” she teased, her voice full of mock innocence. “Because it sure doesn’t look like you spent the day just eating sandwiches and enjoying the view.” Dant
Tamara’s POV For a long moment, I couldn’t speak. My throat tightened with unshed tears, and the depth of Dante’s guilt washed over me, mingling with the love he had carried for years. It was overwhelming—almost too much to bear. “Dante,” I finally whispered, my voice trembling as I reached for his hand. He flinched at first, like he thought I might pull away, but I held on tightly. “It’s not your fault,” I said, my voice firm despite the lump in my throat. “You can’t blame yourself for what happened. Jack is the one who manipulated and hurt me—not you. You tried to protect me.” His jaw tensed as he avoided my gaze. “I didn’t protect you. I failed you, Tamara. I—” “No,” I cut him off, shifting closer to him on the picnic mat. My fingers cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at me. His beautiful, stormy eyes were filled with anguish, but beneath it all, I saw love. “You didn’t fail me, Dante. The goddess gave me a second chance—us a second chance. That’s what matters now. We’re h
Tamara's POV "All this may have been avoided if you let him take his position." i said but Dante sighed.“I considered it,” he admitted, his voice filled with regret. “I thought maybe it would ease the tension. But it didn’t take long to realize Jack didn’t want to lead for the good of the pack. He wanted power. Pure and simple. He didn't care about what the people wanted, all he wanted was to dominate and take revenge for the death of his family. he wasn’t fit to be Alpha, Tamara. I couldn’t let him take over. So, I refused.” I nodded slowly, understanding his reasoning even as my heart ached for the burden he’d carried. “And that’s when Jack turned on you.” Dante’s eyes darkened, his expression hard. “Yes. We used to be close, but wanting power changed him. He rallied people against me, spreading lies, manipulating anyone he could. He used every weak link in the pack against me. When that didn't work, he sent assassins to kill me, I dealt with them, one by one ocourse, but Jack
Tamara’s POV"B-but if you didn't kill them, then who did?" I stammered out in shock even though I knew that there was no way for Dante to have that answer.Dante shook his head sadly. "i don't know that but I can swear on my mother that it could never have been me, I could never hurt you like that, not after what you mean to me. But my guess is that Jack must have been the one to do it, he probably killed them so that you would be pained enough to kill me.""And it worked.' I realized with tears in my eyes. I sat frozen in for a moment, just staring at Dante as his words sank in. My mind was spinning, as every revelation felt like they were pulling me further into a whirlwind of disbelief, shock and confusion. I had killed Dante when he was innocent, when his only crime was caring for me.I wanted revenge for Jack and Kate murdering I and my child, but I was now finding out that I was also a murderer.It felt as if the ground beneath me had shifted, leaving me unsteady, unsure of
Dante's POV She nodded, her small chin lifting in defiance. “Yes. My father sent those warriors to end you. But I snuck out and followed them. He wouldn’t let me join the war, so I decided to secretly follow them and prove to my father that I'm strong by helping them kill you.” Her words sent a jolt tof shock hrough me. “You followed them? You’re a child. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?” it should have been funny that I was literally bleeding out but I was still taking time to scold a stubborn fucking child She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “I'm not a child, I'm almost a teenager... well in a few years, but I wanted to help them fight and kill some bad guys. But… then I saw you, you're not very old but they hurt you too, I felt bad. I didn’t want you to die.” Before I could respond, she stepped closer, her eyes scanning my wound. “You’re bleeding.” “I’m fine,” I lied, though the blood soaking my side said otherwise. She ignored me, tearing her
Dante's POV I trailed off, the memory of that day flashing vividly in my mind. It was a memory I’d buried deep, but now it resurfaced with a vengeance.“What happened?” Tamara asked softly, her voice trembling. The memory of that day came flooding back as if it had happened only yesterday. I could still feel the exhaustion in my body, the faint ache in my muscles after pushing myself far beyond my limits. I had been lying in my bed, a rare luxury after leading the watch for 72 hours straight. it wasn't by choice though The army doctor had all but dragged me off duty, insisting I rest. “You’re no good to us dead, Dante. You must take a fucking rest or ill declare you unfit for battle and you'll be discharged,” he’d said sternly, and though I hated leaving my men, I knew he was right. I’d barely made it to my cot before sleep pulled me under. But it wasn’t a peaceful sleep. I startled awake to the shrill ringing of alarm bells, a sound that snapped me out of my slumber
Dante’s POVI watched Tamara, her shock and confusion was practically flashing across her face, and I knew there was no easy way to explain what I was about to tell her. Still, she deserved the truth—everything.“You remember when I told you I was closely working with my brother before and during the war?” I began carefully, keeping my voice steady.Tamara nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing as if she were trying to piece together a puzzle. “Yes, I remember. You said you were helping him, or something like that.”“it wasn't just plain paper work though,” I explained, “I wasn’t just some advisor, Tamara. I was his general.”Her eyebrows shot up, her lips parting in surprise. “General? But… weren’t you—”“Young?” I finished for her, a small, humorless smile tugging at my lips. “I was. Too young, some would say. But I was also good—better than anyone else my brother could trust. I was always an excellent fighter, and strategy came naturally to me. Even when I was still a teenager, I could
Tamara’s POV I stared at Dante in shock, his words replaying in my head like a broken record. "It’s my fault that you and your baby were killed." “What are you talking about?” I finally asked, my voice trembling. “How could it be your fault? Dante, we only met once in our past lives. And that was… on the battlefield.” His head snapped toward me, his eyes wide in shock. “We were at war?” I hesitated, biting my lip. I hadn’t meant to say that much. “Yes,” I admitted softly. “But it wasn’t what you think. Jack told me you were attacking our pack. He convinced me that if I didn’t act first, you’d destroy us.” I lowered my gaze. “So, I sent my people to fight you.” Dante’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as realization dawned. “Jack lied to you,” he said, his voice full of bitter certainty. “He played us both.” I nodded, my throat tightening. “I only found out too late. By then…” My voice cracked, and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “By then, everyone I loved was already g
Tamara's POVThe silence was unbearable. Dante hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken. His hand was still wrapped around mine, but his grip was so still, so tense, it felt as if he were frozen in place. My heart thudded against my ribs, and every second that ticked by only made the knot in my stomach tighten.“Dante,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please, say something. Anything.”His dark eyes snapped to mine, intense and unreadable. “What do you mean, ‘when you died’?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with a quiet demand.I sucked in a shaky breath, my mind racing. How could I possibly explain this? My fingers trembled in his, and I pulled my hand away to clasp them in my lap, as if holding onto myself would steady my nerves. “This is… this is my second life,” I finally said, the words tasting foreign on my tongue even after all this time.His brows furrowed, and I could see the questions forming in his eyes. “your Second life?”I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes, I died, Dante. In my past