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!Ivonne’s POVI inhaled slowly, shoved the phone aside, and forced my voice into the iciest tone I could manage.“What do you want, Lincoln?”The door cracked open and, just as I suspected, he stood there. His expression was calm—too calm. That in itself was enough to make me wary. He wasn’t calm by nature. Lincoln thrived on storms, on anger, on fire. But now, he stepped in as though he were just an old friend dropping by.“I brought wine,” he said, holding up a dark bottle. In his other hand, a stack of papers. “And these. Peace offerings.”I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t drink with enemies.”He chuckled. “Enemies? That’s what we are now? No, Ivonne. I think we’re far too entangled for that word.”I crossed my arms, doing everything I could to keep from throwing him right back into the hallway. “Say what you came to say and leave.”“I came,” he said, stepping inside without permission, “to call a truce.”That stopped me cold.“A truce?” I repeated, my voice dripping disbelief.“Yes.” He
Ivonne’s POVThe first thing I did when I finally shut my bedroom door behind me was collapse onto the bed and grab my phone. My head was still hurting from everything—Archibald’s will, Hector’s furious face, Alison screaming like a banshee, Lincoln trying to lunge at me. It all replayed in my head like some twisted drama.There was only one person I could think of calling. Lady Elizabeth.I scrolled until I found her number, my thumb hovering. She had been my only anchor before I returned here. She was the one who comforted me when I thought I was falling apart. She was the one I had clung to like a mother I had lost.When the line rang and she picked up, her warm, steady voice immediately made my chest tighten.“Ivonne?” she said. “Is everything alright? You sound… shaken.”I laughed bitterly. “Shaken is an understatement. Elizabeth, you won’t believe what just happened.”“Try me.”So I switched to video call and told her. Everything. I spilled the entire insane story, pacing back a
Hectors POVI stormed out of the manor like the place was on fire.My boots pounded against the marble steps, echoing through the night, and my fists were clenched so tightly I could feel my knuckles popping. Leonard and Sevrin trailed behind me, silent for a moment, though I could feel their eyes burning into my back.The cool night air hit my face, but it did nothing to douse the heat boiling in my chest. My whole body shook with anger, like my veins were molten. I didn’t even realize I’d stopped until I was at the stone wall bordering the garden. With a guttural roar, I drew my fist back and slammed it into the wall with everything I had. The crack of stone splitting reverberated through the night. Dust rained down, and pain shot up my arm, but I welcomed it. Pain was better than helplessness.“Alpha!” Leonard rushed forward, grabbing my arm. “You’ll break your hand!”“I don’t care!” I snarled, yanking my arm free. I could feel the skin tearing across my knuckles, but I didn’t even
Lincoln’s POVI slammed the door to my room so hard the frame rattled. My chest heaved as if I had sprinted a marathon, but it wasn’t exhaustion—it was fury. Pure, boiling rage. My grandfather. That old man. How could he… how could he hand everything over to her?My hand curled into a fist before I could think, and the nearest thing within reach like a glass paperweight on my desk—was sent flying against the wall. It shattered into glittering fragments. The crash echoed through the room, but the sound barely scratched the surface of the chaos tearing inside me.“Damn it! FUCK!” I roared, grabbing the edge of the desk and flipping it. Papers scattered, wood cracked, and the lamp tumbled, clattering loudly to the floor. My breaths came out ragged, almost animalistic. I wanted to destroy everything. Every reminder of this cursed family, every piece of furniture that mocked me with its stillness while my world collapsed.And all because of her. Ivonne.I ripped a framed photo off the wall
Ivonne’s POVWhen I walked back into that suffocating hall, every pair of eyes swung toward me. My face must have been pale, my hands trembling just slightly, but I forced myself to straighten my spine. The letter from Archibald burned in my chest pocket like a live coal. My heart still pounded from what I had just discovered, but no one in this room could ever know.Not yet.I had wanted revenge before, yes. I had wanted to see Lincoln and Alison lose everything. But somewhere along the way, I had let go of that bitterness. I had convinced myself I wanted peace. Now, though, peace wasn’t enough. Justice was. Justice for my mother. And for that, I would take everything Archibald had given me, no matter the cost.I cleared my throat. “I accept the inheritance.”The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.Mr. Briggs adjusted his glasses, nodded once, and scribbled something on his papers. “Very well, Mrs.—or rather, Miss Ivonne. Your acceptance of the inheritance has been no
Ivonne’s POVMy fingers were trembling so badly that I almost dropped the sealed packet when Mr. Briggs slid it across the table toward me.It looked so plain... yellowed paper, worn edges, tied neatly with string. It didn’t look like it should weigh a ton, but in my hands it felt heavier than a boulder. My stomach churned, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was inside was going to change everything.Before I could even blink, Alison darted forward, her heels clacking against the polished floor. She leaned so close I could smell her perfume choking the air between us. Her eyes were wide, desperate, her manicured nails digging into the table.“Ivonne, listen to me,” she hissed, her voice dripping with urgency. “You don’t want this, remember? You said it yourself, you don’t want anything to do with us, with this house, with all of this nonsense. So just… just hand it over. Give everything to me and Lincoln. We’ll take care of it. You’ll be free.”Her tone was almost pleading