MasukTamara’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 stared at Athena as my mind tried to process everything she’d just said about the realm being vulnerable and Hector having to protect it.Since I couldn't let him face this alone, I decided to take initiative. “So…” I finally said, breaking the silence. “What can we do as women to help protect the realm?” Athena’s lips pressed together before she answered. “We can only pray to the goddess to help the men And we can emotionally support our partners if the attacks ever happen.” I blinked. “That’s it? Pray and talk to our partners when our people are probably being killed? I don't understand. I thought Lycans are powerful?""We are, but Lycans in this realm prefer to stick to their predetermined roles and rules." Elara shifted beside me, already looking uncomfortable. I frowned. “Wait. You mean… we’re truly not talking about helping them fight?” There was a strange pause, the kind that made me know my answer before anyone even spoke. Elara cleared her throat. “Ivon
Ivonne's POV I sank slowly into the armchair beside a large wide window, I was still a little nervous from the surprise of seeing all these proud Lycan noble women bowing to me. “Okay,” I said with a small smile. “Everyone, please… sit down.” The women hesitated for a second, like they weren’t sure if they were allowed to, which only made me more uncomfortable. Viera leaned on her brothers as she lowered herself into a chair, Elara followed, then Athena, sitting straight and dignified like always. Hector was still standing near the door, arms folded, his expression tight in that way I’d learned meant something was bothering him. “I’ll be right back,” he said suddenly, turning to Sevrin. “Come with me. We need to handle something.” My brows knitted together. “Is there a problem?” He paused, just for a second too long. Then he walked back to me and brushed his thumb over my knuckles. “Don’t worry about it. Just… talk with them. I’ll be back.” That didn’t make me feel be
3rd povElder Marcellus moved like a shadow under the pale glow of the moon, his heart hammering in his chest. Every step was calculated, silent, careful not to scrape a stone or knock over a stray object that might give him away. The corridors of the Lycan realm were quiet, save for the occasional distant snore or shuffle from a guard, but he knew better than to trust the night. Hector’s vigilance had tightened after Ivonne’s ordeal; guards patrolled more often, more strategically, and it made even a simple stroll treacherous.Marcellus’s palms were slick with sweat as he pressed himself against the cool stone walls, darting a glance down the hall. A guard’s shadow stretched across the corridor ahead.Damn it.He froze, holding his breath, and timed his movement with the guard’s passing. The sentry’s eyes scanned methodically, but Marcellus let his noble rank shine through—subtle gestures, a tilt of his head, a feigned calm. The guard hesitated, recognition flickering, and then with
IVONNE’S POVI woke to the soft morning light streaming through the palace windows, warm and golden, brushing over my face. My head rested on Hector’s chest, the rise and fall of him steady and comforting. I blinked a few times, trying to process the calm after the storm of the last few days.“Good morning,” Hector murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. His voice was still thick with sleep and relief. “You finally decided to wake up.”I smiled, still groggy, and snuggled closer. “Morning… feels… good,” I mumbled, yawning.Before I could fully enjoy the quiet, a soft knock echoed from the door. Hector’s arms tightened around me, and he groaned. “Who could that be this early?”“Maybe it’s important,” I said, attempting to sit up.“Not so fast,” Hector said firmly, gently pushing me back against his chest. “You’re staying right here. I won’t let anyone see you half-asleep like this.”I huffed, feeling both annoyed and secretly grateful. “I’m fine! I can get up.”“Nope,” he replied, arms
IVONNE’S POVWhen it started getting dark, Hector led me back to the palace, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how different everything felt. Even though we’d been here before, today the place seemed warmer, softer somehow. The corridors were quiet, but the air hummed with… respect?We reached our room, and he ushered me inside. A light dinner had been prepared—bread, fruits, cheese, and some honeyed meat. It wasn’t fancy, but it looked inviting, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I didn’t care about appearances.As I stepped in, I noticed something odd. The Lycans—those who usually eyed me with suspicion or outright hostility—were bowing as we passed. Their expressions weren’t wary or jealous; they were smiling. Even a few bowed very low respectfully as if acknowledging something I had done.I stopped in my tracks, confused. “Hector… why are they… smiling at me? and Bowing so low?”He smiled, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Stories of what you did have spread, Ivonne.
IVONNE’S POVI slowly blinked awake, squinting as the morning light poured through the tall windows. The warmth of the sun hit my face, but it wasn’t the light that made me pause. It was the steady pressure of someone holding me—someone familiar.“Hector?” My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.“Morning, beautiful,” came the reply, low and teasing. I felt his lips brush mine in the softest of kisses, and then—he started kissing me all over. My hands, my cheeks, my lips. He was excited, full of energy, and every time his lips touched mine, a little thrill ran through my body.I sat up, blinking in shock. “Wait… wait a second.” I pulled back a little, my hands on his chest. “You’re… healed? Completely?”Hector grinned, running his hands through his hair. “Completely. Not a scratch, not a bruise. I was fully fine the moment you woke up. Don’t act like you didn’t miss me holding you all these days.”I shook my head, still stunned. “You’re… okay… really okay?”He cupped my face, lean







