All Chapters of A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

As I stepped into the Winter Pack house, the weight of everything I’d been carrying seemed to crash down on me. The air was thick with the tension that always accompanied Jack and Kate, and yet, there was something different this time. Jack’s usual cold indifference, his usual arrogance, was replaced by something else—something almost... eager. It took me off guard. “Tamara,” Jack said, his voice warmer than I ever expected. He stepped forward, his arms slightly outstretched, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It’s good to have you back.” I froze. The way he was acting—so… welcoming—completely threw me off balance. I didn’t know how to respond at first. The last time I saw him, he was barely able to look at me without contempt. But Kate, standing behind him, wasn’t as pleased. Her lips curled into a sneer, her cold eyes scanning me as though I was some kind of threat. “I don’t know why you’re so eager to be here, Tamara,” she said, her tone dripping with disdain. “You’re

Tamara's POV It had been a few days since I returned to the Winter Pack, and Jack’s persistence was starting to wear on my nerves. He seemed to think that if he tried hard enough, I’d forget everything he’d done and fall back into his arms. But I wasn’t that naive anymore. I’d been burned by him before, and I wasn’t about to let him charm me again. I was walking through the packhouse when I saw him again, leaning against the wall just outside the training room, his eyes lighting up when he spotted me. I sighed inwardly, trying to keep my face neutral. "Tamara," Jack said, his voice soft and almost pleading. "We need to talk." I didn’t stop walking. "No, we really don’t," I muttered, my voice firm. "Please," he persisted, stepping into my path. "Just give me a chance to explain. I’m trying to be better. I want to make things right between us." I stopped, looking up at him, my eyes narrowing. "Jack, I’m married. To the most powerful alpha in the region." I stressed the last part,

Tamara's POV The ride back to the pack house was silent, the weight of the truth still hanging heavy in the air. Jack was sitting beside me, his face pale, his eyes unfocused, as if he were trying to process everything that had just been revealed. I could feel the tension between us, the mixture of anger, sorrow, and disbelief. It was hard to believe how much had been built on lies, how much of his life had been shaped by things that weren’t true. “Tamara,” he whispered after a while, his voice cracking. “How could I have been so blind? All these years, I’ve been fighting the wrong battles. Fighting you, my family hating everyone... You didn’t deserve any of it.” I felt a pang of sympathy for him, despite everything. He had been a pawn in someone else’s game, manipulated into believing that I, and my mother, were the enemy. I’d never wanted this for him. I knew he had his own demons to deal with, but to find out that his whole life had been a lie—it made me feel bad for him. “You

Tamara's POV I had changed so much in this life. I had stopped Jack, broken free from the shackles of my past, and finally taken control of my own fate. I’d fought for justice, and I was starting to see the truth revealed—one piece at a time. The lies that had surrounded me in the past were unraveling, and I could see the consequences falling upon those who had hurt me. But despite all the progress I had made, I still felt... empty. I had won the battle, but I hadn’t won my peace. I found myself sitting by the window of my room, staring out at the pack grounds. The sky was dimming as evening crept in, and I could see the faint shadows of people moving about. But despite the bustle of the pack around me, I felt disconnected, as though a part of me was still far away. I missed them—the people I left behind in the north. Dante, Violet, Sophie... all of them. Even though they had done their best to support me, it wasn’t the same as being there, with them. I had left so much behind whe

Dante's POV I had just finished a meeting with my advisors when Casper burst through the door, his face pale with urgency. "Alpha Dante!" he gasped, his eyes wide with alarm. "We’ve spotted Amanda. She’s sneaking off at night, heading toward the woods." My heart skipped a beat, a surge of adrenaline coursing through me. I’d been expecting something like this. The more I looked into Amanda's behavior, the clearer it became that she was hiding something. "Where exactly?" I asked, already on my feet, grabbing my jacket. Casper didn’t waste time answering. "We’re tracking her now. She’s heading toward an abandoned building just outside the pack's borders. It’s isolated." I didn’t need another moment to think. I turned to George, who had been sitting in the corner. "Gather the warriors. We’re going after her." "Understood," George said, his voice steady despite the situation. He was always quick to respond when it came to my orders, especially when it involved protecting the pack.