All Chapters of A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Tamara's POV I went to bed that night fully expecting to be drugged again. It was strange, this feeling of déjà vu that had been creeping over me ever since I was reborn into this life. I always knew exactly what was going to happen. Jack was going to offer me that same warm milk he always did, the one that I’d once thought was a simple gesture of his love. But now, after everything I had discovered, I knew better. The cup of milk he gave me every night was laced with sleeping tablets that would knock me out and allow him to go and fuck her as loud as he wanted. As I lay there, pretending to be engrossed in a book, I noticed Jack out of the corner of my eye. He was standing near the door, holding the glass of the milk as usual, but something was strange. There was a hesitation in his eyes that wasn’t usually there. In fact, his eyes seemed to linger on my breasts and my curves more than usual, like he was weighing his options on who he wanted to sleep with tonight, or may

Tamara’s POV The evening of the festival arrived, and I was walking down the hallway leading to our room, when I heard Kate and Jack's giggling voices. They were getting ready for the festival. I could hear their flirtatious murmurs floating up to me before I reached the door. Curios to see whatever wicked plans they were cooking up,, I slowed my steps and peered through the slightly ajar door. There they were— The two back stabbers. Jack was standing tall and I must admit looking handsome, in his crisp black suit and Kate was in that stunning yellow dress I had so kindly “gifted” her. They were leaning too close, almost kissing, and I felt a surge of disgust rise in me as I watched Kate touch Jack’s arm, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. Her hand caressed his chest, and Jack didn’t pull away. Just as Kate tilted her head up, clearly asking for a kiss, I decided it was time to fuck things up for them. I pushed the door open fully, stepping inside with deli

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 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 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