LOGINTamara’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 pov I could feel my blood start to boil again but that lying little witch called Solenne kept crying even louder now. Marcellus finally turned back to me. “So Now, Ivonne… All we ask is where is Viera’s body?” My entire mind blanked. “What do you mean, ‘where’s her body’? You haven’t found it? How are you accusing me of murder when you don’t even—?” “Because Lycans,” he snapped impatiently, “have the ability to sense their bloodline. Viera’s family felt her absence — permanently — a while ago. She is gone from their bond. Dead.” My brow shot up Her family actually felt her die? Despite being accused of her murder, I couldn't help but think That it must have been heart wrenching for the family to feel that.That almost explains her brothers action earlier. Almost. “And,” Marcellus added with a triumphant sneer, “that was around the same moment Beta Leonard was found fleeing with your blood-soaked clothes. A coincidence?” I turned my eyes toward Hector again. He final
Ivonne POVI definitely couldn’t stop shaking now.Every step forward felt like my legs didn’t want to move, like my knees were hollow. Viera’s brother’s screams were still ringing in my ears — murderer, filthy murderer — with the same sharpness as if he were still in front of me. My heart hadn’t slowed down. It thumped violently, uneven, like it was trying to break out of my chest.The guards didn’t even give me time to breathe before pushing me into a massive dark doorway.I stumbled inside the hall, caught off guard by how huge it was — carved stone pillars, high ceilings, glowing torches casting shadows that made all the old Lycans seated inside look like creatures from a nightmare. Dozens of large, muscular, intimidating men turned toward me the second I appeared.They stopped talking. All of them. And just stared.And I swear, for a second, I couldn’t breathe. Every set of eyes was cold, disapproving, sharp, like I was something they’d scrape off their boots.I forced myself to
Ivonnes povOutside the dungeon, the air was cold and sharp, and it hit me like a harsh slap. Dawn was breaking over the lycan realm—pale blue light touching the tops of impossibly tall, sleek buildings that made no earthly sense.Wait-- It was morning already? I had been locked up for that long?I blinked hard, because the sky looked unfamiliar compared to the realm i was from. The architecture gleamed with metallic stone and pulsing lights. Everything looked impossibly advanced—like a futuristic city carved by hands that knew more than we did.It was startling to realize how advanced the Lycans actually were.They were stronger, smarter, prettier, more powerful and most especially more vicious and more vengeful than any other human-like creature alive.And I was about to walk into their court… in chains.My stomach twisted at the thought as they dragged me forward, but then i suddenly remembered that my life still had other less pressing but still important problems.“I’m supposed t
IVONNE POV"Please stop pretending Ivonne. Because Hector was found trying to dispose of your bloody clothes today. And we have confirmed that the blood on your clothes are from his deceased concubine Viera. So please explain that to me."I just stared at Sevrin, my mind blank, my throat painfully tight. It felt like his question was still echoing in the cell even though he’d asked it only seconds ago.Viera's Blood was on my clothes?!Hector tried to dispose of My clothes beause they had Vieras blood on them. How? When? Why?For a second, I couldn’t even breathe. Then my mind lurched, dragging memories up like they were buried under mud.I could vividly remember Hector saying he gave my clothes to Lora because I had puked on them.But… he never said anything about blood.Not once.And i could remember when Lora—my throat tightened at the memory— when Lora had told me that she never received those clothes to wash. I’d brushed her off, thinking she was either right that Hector had bee
Ivonne's povAfter swallowing the painful lump in my throat, the guards dragged me forward, now even more roughly than before but i refused to utter even a groan of pain.We soon eventually stopped in front of a cell. One of the guards opened the door and shoved me inside.I stumbled forward and hit the rough stone floor, scraping my knees. When I turned back, the door slammed shut with a loud clang.“Wait!” I shouted. “I have rights! I demand to see a lawyer at least!”The guards exchanged glances before one of them actually laughed.“A lawyer?” he repeated mockingly. “You think this is the northern continent, little halfbreed wolf? You are in Lycan territory now. We don’t follow your disgusting human rules here.”My heart sank.“You are bound by Lycan law,” another added coldly. “And that law does not favor wolves with corrupted blood like yours.”Corrupted blood?The way he said it—like I was filth— it made my skin crawl.“Please,” I said desperately, gripping the bars. “I didn’t d
Ivonne’s POVI stumbled away from their reaching hands as The world seemed to tilt beneath me.“I’m sorry wait—what?” I managed to choke out, staring at the tall Lycans in disbelief. “You—you think I did what?”The one who looked like their leader stepped even closer. “Miss Ivonne please cooperate as we take you in for the murder of Lady Viera.”I took another desperate step back automatically. “That’s insane! I didn’t—there must be some mistake! I didn’t kill anyone!”Before I could say anything else, one of them forcefully grabbed my wrist before twisting it behind my back with terrifying strength. I cried out, more from shock than pain, and another Lycan snapped something cold and metallic around my wrists.I hissed as an immediate chill swept through my body. The cuffs weren’t ordinary. I could feel it—the energy inside me, my werewolf instincts, my inner senses—all of it dulled instantly like someone had flipped a switch.“What are these?” I demanded, struggling.“Lycan-forged re







