Tamara's pov
Jack continued speaking, "I promise you sweetheart, Kate will only stay with us until she is healed, and after that, I will personally make sure she leaves." I felt a surge of annoyance. This was an old lie he had told me in the past. He had sworn up and down that he would kick Kate out, but he never did. Instead, he laid back and watched as Kate took everything from me. And that same thing would happen again if I didn’t find a way to stop them both now. But I couldn't let him see my anger. So I forced another smile and pretended to accept his apology. "Thank you, Jack. I appreciate your concern." Jack moved closer, and caressed my face. “Anything for you my love. You know I would do anything it takes to make you happy. I love you so much Tammie.” He said and I tried very hard not to gag. How could he lie so boldly like that, especially while he was planning to kill me? Jack bent to kiss me, but I turned my face away. "Darling, not tonight, I'm tired," I said, keeping my voice steady. Jack frowned for a moment but recovered quickly. "Of course my love. Let me bring you some milk before you go to bed," he offered,. "It would help you rest." Before I could refuse, he left the room, and returned with a glass of milk a few seconds later. I reluctantly accepted it, but instantly noticed how he lingered around, anxiously waiting for me to drink it. Why was he doing that? what was in the milk? My mind immediately flashed back to how he had poisoned me with tea, and I became even more hesitant to drink the milk. But I didn’t want him to know something was off, so I pretended to take a sip. “Thank you Jack, it’s so good," I said, pretending to enjoy it. Jack smiled widely, and helped me get into bed. I suddenly remembered that in our past life, Jack always brought me milk before bed every single day. I had always thought he did it out of love, but now that I knew how much he hated me, I had to find out why he was he so insistent on giving me milk before bed. I feigned another sip, and pretended to get something from my closet, but I quickly threw the milk in an empty shoe box, then hurried back to bed like I had finished the milk. Jack kissed me goodnight and I lay down, pretending to fall asleep. After a while, I heard him softly calling my name. I kept my eyes shut and remained still. Soon, I felt him waving a hand in front of my face, testing to see if I was really asleep. When I didn't react, he sighed softly and left the room. I waited a few moments and then slipped out of bed to follow after him. I heard him enter the room next to ours—it was Kate's room. ‘Of course,’ I thought and pressed my ear to her door, to catch what they were saying. "Did you give her the milk with the sleeping pills?" Kate's voice asked in an irritated tone. "Yes, she’s sound asleep so we can fuck as loud as we want," Jack replied, "But I'm worried you might have given too much." He asked in a surprisingly concerned tone. "Oh, don't be ridiculous," Kate snapped. "Why are you so worried about that bitch? I thought you hated her? And you don’t have to worry, I didn't use enough to kill her yet. I still have some delicious plans for our Tamara first." She laughed and Jack joined her. “Now fuck me Jack,” Kate moaned, “I’ve been thinking about you all day, I almost couldn’t wait for that bitch to fall asleep.” She cooed and they proceeded to have sex loud enough for the whole house to hear. My blood ran cold and tears filled my eyes as I slipped back into my room. So this had been going on for years and I didn’t know. They were drugging me, controlling me and making fun of me behind my back, thinking I would never find out. Well too bad for them, I was prepared this time. They would not get away with this. I would find a way to stop them. And I would make them pay for everything they had done to me. But first, I had to had to find someone powerful enough to protect my pack from Jack when I broke up with him. But who would that be? My mind came up with only one answer and my mood turned sour. Alpha Dante. Alpha Dante, was the only name I could think of. He was the most powerful Alpha in the region, powerful enough to protect me from any attack Jack could bring. But he was also the same person who would kill my parents in the future, he was famous for being greedy, heartless and cruel, so how could I trust or even ask him for help? Maya my wolf spoke up. “But Alpha Dante hasn’t killed them yet in this timeline. So if we can convince him to not attack us, then we can save our parents and every one else. Then we can also use him to frighten Jack off.” Maya said and I felt like shouting in joy. Maya was brilliant as always. She had found a solution. If we could convince Alpha Dante to form a partnership with us, we could build a relationship and find a way to stop him from killing our parents. It was brilliant! Now I just had to talk to Alpha Dante and convince him to stop hating me.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