Mag-log inI was forced to watch my husband fuck my sister as I slowly died on the floor. So revenge, pain and destruction is all I want now. Tamara was brutally murdered by her beloved husband and sister who she loved and trusted most in the world. But by an unexpected twist of fate, the moon goddess suddenly sends Tamara two years back into the past to undo her mistakes. In her past life, she had made the mistake of being too kind and too naive, trusting those she shouldn't have. But in this life, she swears to get revenge on all those evil people who betrayed her. But what if her first step in her revenge plan forces her to marry the same man who killed her parents? And what if she discovers that the person destined to destroy her is also her destined fated mate? Will she be able to fulfill her revenge plan? Or will her enemies destroy her for a second time? Book 2: Kayla was betrayed, abused, and humiliated by the man she loved most when he got her own maid pregnant! To make matters worse, he sold her off to another strange man! Now all Kayla wants is REVENGE and POWER. And she will get it by any means necessary. BOOK 3: Ivonne was tortured and humiliated when her husband brought his mistress to live with them, but Ivonne endured all this because she needed him to pay her mother's hospital bills. But after her mother is brutally murdered and Ivonne is cruelly thrown out to the streets, she forces herself to transform into the vixen of vengeance that would crush her enemies and take back all that belongs to her! You don't want to miss these books!
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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 groaning as he began to thrust faster, burying his cock into her again and again. Soon, he shot his cum inside her with a shout before collapsing against her. They began laughing with joy, not giving a damn of the suffering they were causing me. I didn’t want to see this, but I couldn’t look away. I still couldn’t believe that they had poisoned me and proceeded to have sex over my dying body. Sobs wracked my body as I watched my husband sit up and begin to put on his clothes with a satisfied smile. He turned to caress Kate, “You were delicious as always baby girl, but I have to go and make sure the grave is ready for Tamara’s body,” he said casually, as if discussing the weather. Like he wasn’t talking about digging a grave for the wife he had just poisoned. I watched as he leaned down and kissed Kate passionately. And the sight sent a dagger through my already broken heart. But when he looked at me, his eyes were filled with so much hate and disgust. His expression was so sinister and hateful, it was nothing like the love that used to shine in his eyes when he looked at me in the past. My husband, Alpha Jack, had been the love of my life for the past two years. We had met by chance and Jack had immediately swept me off my feet. Jack was a lonely Alpha with a small pack, and I was the first child of a wealthy Alpha, and the future Luna of the second largest pack in the region called the Winter pack. Most people in my position would have been too proud to marry a man with a pack as small as Jack’s, but I didn’t care. I loved him wholly and completely, no matter what anybody said. I gave him everything I had, and did anything he asked. But that had been my downfall. Because in the end, he fed me a cup of poisoned tea and fucked another woman while I lay dying on the floor. Jack suddenly stepped closer and stood over my body. I raised my hands to him, hoping by some miracle that he would help, but instead, he suddenly kicked me in the stomach, causing me to scream in pain. “You’re so fucking disgusting Tamara.” He spat at me. “I can’t believe I was married to you for the last two years of my life. Every night I would go to sleep wishing Kate was the one in my bed instead. Do you know how frustrating it was for us to sneak behind your back just to have sex for all these years?” He sneered and more tears came rushing down my face. Why was he saying this to me? “J-Jack, please don’t do this.” I begged. “I’m your wife Jack, I have loved you for two whole years. I have given you everything you ever asked. Why are you doing this to me?” I cried but Jack only laughed. “Why? You really don't know? After all your family did to me, you really don't know?" He then scoffed. "I guess you are dumber than I thought then." He chuckled but I stared at him in confusion, not knowing what he was talking about. Jack continued. "And yes, I know you love me Tamara and that’s why it was so easy to control you and to steal everything from you. I only married you for your pack’s wealth and power, but it’s all mine now. I’m going to be crowned as the alpha of your pack in two days so you're useless to me now.” He said and I sobbed even harder. So everything had been a lie. My husband had cheated, deceived and betrayed me because I had foolishly let myself love him. If I could go back in time, I would have done everything differently, I would have made them pay. I cried harder, but Jack was unfazed as he turned to leave. He didn’t even glance back as he left the room, leaving me to die at the feet of his mistress. My step sister Kate burst into laughter as she got up from the bed and sauntered over to me in her sheer nightgown. “Oh poor Tamara. Do you still feel so high and mighty now, dear Luna?” she sneered, squatting down to laugh at me. “Why?” I sobbed. “Why would you do this to me? We are family.” Kate's smile twisted into a sneer. “No, Tamara. You were the Luna and I was just a lowly subject that nobody ever cared about. Everything and everyone revolved around you, but what did I have? Nothing!” The pain in my chest had become unbearable now. “Please, Kate, please don’t do this. I’m pregnant Kate. Please don’t do this to my baby.” Kate’s eyes glittered with malice. “Oh I know you’re pregnant, but thankfully Jack doesn't know that yet,” she spat coldly. “That’s why I made him give you the poisoned tea today before you got the opportunity to tell him. I really can’t afford to let you give birth to an heir who would take over the throne from us.” She sneered. I felt rage boil up within me. She was intentionally killing me because I was pregnant?Ivonne's povA short while later, Hector and I finally returned to our private rooms. The guards closed the heavy wooden doors behind us, shutting out the rest of the world.The hearth was already lit, casting a golden, comforting glow across the stone walls and plush rugs. The physical and emotional exhaustion of the last two days hit me all at once, making my limbs feel wonderfully heavy.Hector unbuckled his dagger belt, letting it clatter safely onto the table, before walking over to where I stood near the fire. He reached out, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and pulling me back against his broad chest. He buried his face in my hair, letting out a long, deep breath."We made it back," he murmured softly into my neck."We did," I whispered, resting my hands over his arms."I was thinking about your grandfather on the ride home," Hector said quietly, his voice full of a rare, solemn reverence. "I owe Mr. Archibald everything. If he hadn't subtly guided my path toward t
Ivonne’s POVThe air inside Archibald’s private archive room was quiet, not a tense silence, but the heavy, solemn quiet that comes when a massive secret is finally laid out in the sun.The parchment of my grandfather's letter lay open on the mahogany table in front of me. I stared at his precise, elegant handwriting, my thumb tracing the edge of the paper where his wax seal had been broken.Bill, the old butler, stepped quietly into the room carrying a large silver tray. The gentle clinking of porcelain broke our trance. He poured hot lavender tea into delicate cups and placed them before each of us with a soft, respectful nod before stepping back to stand near the door.I picked up my cup, letting the warmth soak into my cold fingers, and took a slow sip. Beside me, Hector wrapped his hand around mine under the table, his broad thumb rubbing gentle, reassuring circles against my skin."It explains so much," Denise said softly, breaking the quiet as she held her teacup in both hands.
Larry's povI took that generational hatred, that deep, hollow pain of being an incomplete creature, and I poured it straight into my little girl's heart. I taught her how to hate. I taught her how to manipulate."Ivonne is below you, Alison," I had told her when she was just a teenager. "She carries the blood of those who cursed us. You must take everything from her. You must take Lincoln. You must ruin her."I remembered the day Alison had come running back to this very hideout, her face flushed with excitement, her eyes shining brighter than I had ever seen them."Daddy! I met him!" she had cried out, grabbing my hands. "I met Lincoln! He's so kind, Daddy. He talked to me for hours. I think... I think I really love him! He makes me feel so safe. If I marry him, can we stop fighting? Can we just be happy now?"I remembered the coldness in my own voice that day. I had taken her hands and pulled her close, ruining her innocent joy."He is a tool, Alison," I had told her sternly. "Ivon
Larry’s POVThe air in the cavernous, stone-walled chamber of my secret compound, deep within the icy wastes of the Northern Continent, was freezing. Yet, my blood burned with an agonizing, incandescent heat.I stood in the center of the dark room, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. The silence here was absolute, heavy, and suffocating.I stared down at my hands. They were trembling. Dark, volatile magic still crackled faintly beneath my fingernails, a useless, bitter glow that meant nothing now. Absolutely nothing.She’s gone.The words echoed in the hollow cavern of my chest, each repetition feeling like a physical blade carving through my ribs."She’s gone..." I whispered into the quiet room. My voice sounded hollow, like a ghost's. "My baby girl... my Alison..."I closed my eyes, but the moment I did, the image flashed behind my eyelids with terrifying, unbearable clarity: Alison’s lifeless body striking the cold stone of the courtyard. The empty, vacant look in her beauti






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