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,” she said with a smirk before plunging the knife in my chest. The explosion of pain as the knife pierced through my chest was indescribable. Darkness suddenly closed in and everything turned pitch black. But then, in the midst of the darkness, a bright light appeared out of nowhere. And a beautiful female voice echoed in the void. “Your time is not over yet, Tamara. You have a mission to complete. You will can be reborn with 3 special gifts if you're willing to make 3 sacrifices in return. Do you accept this offer?" I didn't hesitate, I was willing to pay anything. "Yes, I do." I replied. My eyes suddenly snapped open, and I gasped awake. My hand instinctively went to my chest, where the stab wound had been. But as I touched my skin, I felt nothing but smooth, unbroken flesh. Panic turned to confusion. No stab wounds? no pain? What was going on? I sat up and looked around. Yes, this was my living room, my home. But yet, everything looked different. The house and furniture looked like exactly how I designed them years ago, before Kate came and redecorated everything to fit her taste and erase me. But how was that possible? She had burnt all my stuff years ago so how were they all here now? My eyes landed on my phone on the bedside table. It was an older model but I reached for it and quickly unlocked it. The screen lit up in a second, and I froze. The date read February 3rd, 2024. Two years before I died. Two years before my husband and my step sister teamed up to kill me and a few weeks before I even married Jack. Memories of after I died immediately flooded back with a rush. After I blacked out, I had seen the moon goddess, and she had sent me back to the past, to this exact date. The day Kate moved into my house and everything in my life started to fall apart. I couldn’t remember everything the goddess said but I knew I was supposed to change everything. I was supposed to stop Jack and Kate from killing everyone and everything I loved. I was back to undo all the wrong things I had done. I was supposed to make them pay. Right on cue, I heard a commotion downstairs. I rushed to the landing just as the front door burst open. My husband, Jack — who was just my fiancée at this time stumbled in, half-carrying a weak-looking Kate. “Tamara!" he called, his voice strained. "We need your help! Kate's home was attacked by rogues. She’s badly injured and needs a place to stay and recover, can she live with us?” He asked, already expecting me to say yes. I stared at him in shock. This was exactly how it had happened before. Kate was my father's daughter with his former mistress Miss Linda who lived luxuriously at the far north of the pack. My father had been forced to be with Miss Linda for political reasons, and after she manipulated him into having a Child with her, my father took responsibility of his second daughter Kate and tried to raise us as sisters, but her mother grew jealous of my mother so she insisted on moving she and Kate to a luxurious mansion away from us. But now as adults, Kate had come into my house, pretending to be a victim, and when they asked me if she could stay, I said yes. And then she came and destroyed everything. She had my friends killed, turned everyone against me, and ultimately killed me. But this time, things would be different. I wouldn't let the past repeat itself. The old, timid, sweet Tamara was dead. This new Tamara was ice cold, she was ready, and she was back for revenge. I noticed that a crowd had gathered to watch us. The pack members had come to my house for a meeting today and now they were here to witness this moment. They were all waiting to see what I would do, because they all knew Jack was secretly cheating on me with Kate, but no one could say anything because I was too in love with Jack to listen at that time. Now they were all waiting to see if I was dumb enough to be fooled by Jack and Kate’s act. I looked at Jack. "No," I finally said to them, instantly shocking everyone. Jack looked flabbergasted at my answer, he had never imagined that I could ever say no to him. "Tamara, but Kate is your sister, how could you refuse to help her?” "We will do our best to take care of her of course," I insisted, "but Kate will not live with us. We will get her a house and nurses who can take care of her—“ Kate immediately fell on her knees and bursted into tears. "No, please sister. I'm too scared to live alone or with anyone I don't trust, please, just let me stay with you till I’m better," she sobbed. I knew Kate was faking the tears, but I couldn't help being impressed by how good her acting was. No wonder she fooled everyone. But she could never fool me again. "She will not live with us," I repeated firmly, feeling the eyes of the crowd on me. I heard the people murmuring around me, in confusion and surprise. The former me had always been so timid, so accepting of everything Jack said. So my new attitude was a shock to everyone. It felt so good to see the utter shock on James's and Kate's faces, but I couldn't let them know i knew their plans yet. I forced a smile and used the sweetest voice I could muster. "Jack honey, I haven't been feeling well lately, and I really need my space to plan for our wedding. Please put my feelings first. Remember that I'm your fiancée."I said, innocently. Jack seemed to consider my words, and his expression softened. A flicker of hope instantly sparked in me that maybe, just maybe, I could win over Kate this time. Maybe I could end her plan before it even began. But then Jack's face suddenly hardened into a frown and I realized with a sinking heart that Kate was talking to him through their mind link, manipulating him against me once again. “No Tamara," Jack snapped, "I am the man of this house and your Alpha, I have decided that Kate will stay with us and that is final!” My heart clenched painfully. Nothing had changed. Kate would still move in, take over everything, and ruin my life all over again. I had changed nothing in this new life. I noticed Kate bowing her head as if she were crying, but then I saw it: she was smiling. She knew she had won!Ingrid's POV The morning sun had barely peeked through the palace windows when I made my way to Luna Kayla’s room with a tray of breakfast. It had been two weeks since Mia’s revelation to Luna Kayla and the rest of us. Her revelation was one that had shaken everything we thought we knew about the Luna's future. Mia had said that Someone had to die to prevent Rogan from turning the Luna into a twisted force that would end up destroying everything and everyone she loved. Ever since that day, Luna Kayla had been quiet, distant and looking almost haunted. She moved like a ghost, and her eyes carried a weight that no one should have to bear. And Alpha Adrian… he hadn’t left her side for more than a few hours, even when duty called him elsewhere. I’d watched them like a hawk, worried for both of them, but knowing he was the only thing keeping her tethered to the present. I gently knocked on her door. “Luna? Breakfast is here.” There was no answer. My heart sank a little. Pus
Kayla's POV “You mean…” I shook my head, refusing to believe it. “To stop his magic from hurting the people I love, Someone else has to die?” Mia nodded slowly and I felt my heart drop in despair. Adrian’s jaw clenched and I felt the tension radiating off him. “That’s not happening.” He snapped and I agreed. "Hold on Luna." Logan’s voice suddenly cut in with a harsh tone. “This could all be a lie. This woman could be trying to trick one of us into doing something stupid like killing ourselves for no good reason.” Ingrid aslso stepped up beside him with her eyes narrowed. “I agree with him Luna. Mia herself said she's been working for Rogan for years. For all we know, she’s still on his side and feeding us exactly what he wants us to hear.” Mia’s eyes instantly flashed with barely contained fury. “Dont be foolish! This is not a trick!” Her voice rose, raw with emotion. “How can I still be working with him when he tried to kill me huh?! I lost all loyalty to that beast the
Kayla's POV"Rogan had decided that if he couldn't steal Kayla's powers or kill her off." Mia revealed, "Then he would turn Kayla so angry, so bitter and so full of hate, that she unconsciously destroys everything and everyone she loves. Until the only person she has left is him. Then he will have her. And from the look of things," Mia gestured at her bandages. "I think his plan is already working." I froze. “That means,” I added with my eyes locking on her's, “he could twist me enough to hurt my own child.” Mia looked away for a moment then murmured a quiet "Yes." That shook my world. The room seemed to tilt until My breath began to catch painfully in my throat. My heart was hammering, but my blood felt like it had stopped moving entirely. “No…” The word barely escaped my lips. “No, that—” “Luna Kayla?” Ingrid’s voice cut in with concern. She stepped toward me, but I instinctively backed away until Adrian held me. My legs felt like they didn’t belong to me anymore. “W
Kayla’s POV,Someone had to pay for my baby's death. Someone had to die.I don’t remember the exact moment it happened.One second, I was standing there, trembling with fury as Mia’s words sliced through me.And then something inside me just… snapped and my vision turned red.It was like my body wasn’t my own anymore. I felt heat, raw and alive, surge up from my chest, into my arms, into my fingertips. The air around me rippled like it was alive. Mia flinched and her chained hands rose to shield herself but it was too late.I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t even think about stopping it. My rage had a mind of its own.I could hear Mia screaming in the background, but I couldn't bring myself to care It wasn’t until I felt Adrian’s hands gripping my shoulders and shaking me hard until his voice broke through the roaring in my ears—“Kayla! Stop! Look at me!”—that's when I blinked and my mind snapped back into reality.And when I looked down, my stomach dropped.Mia was half on the floor, h
Kayla’s POVAdrian was already awake when I stirred awake. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his shirt halfway buttoned. The early morning sunlight cut across his broad shoulders, and for a second, I just… stared. He noticed, of course, because the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “You’re awake,” he said softly, voice still gravelly from sleep. “Good. We need to get moving soon.” I rubbed my eyes and yawned. “Mhm… just give me a few minutes.” Apparently “a few minutes” meant nothing to him, because the next thing I knew, he was pulling me up by the hand and sitting me in front of the vanity. “I can do it myself,” I mumbled when he picked up my hairbrush. “I know you can,” he said, gathering my hair with a gentleness that didn’t match his intimidating size. “But I want to, I need to practice how I'll brush our baby's hair if it's a girl, but if it's a boy, you'll have to spend hours practicing on me.” I rolled my eyes with a smile. “You’re ridiculous.” “And you’r
Kayla's POV By the time we left the battlefield and headed back toward the palace, my mind felt like it had been put through a blender. Between the fight with Rogan and his twisted rogues, Mia getting plunged into my weapon, and finding out my grandfather—who wasn’t actually my grandfather but my sick, twisted uncle who stabbed my mate... you can agree that it had been one hell of a fucking day!Our convoy of black SUVs rolled down the winding road as we made our way back home.I sat beside Adrian, who kept glancing at me like I might shatter if he looked away too long. My father, King Konstantine sat in the vehicle ahead of us with two of my brothers, probably trying to figure out how to destroy any more family bombshells without giving me a heart attack. Behind us, Connor and Ingrid were in a separate SUV, carefully transporting Mia’s unconscious body to the hospital. The last glimpse I’d had of her was her pale, still face against the leather seats. Whatever else she’d done, I