LOGINTamara'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.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
IVONNE’S POVI blink at the familiar voice as, the white haze around me dissolves like mist over a river at dawn.My body feels heavy, but not in the way of exhaustion. More like… weightless, like I’m floating in a dream. I turn, half-expecting to see Hector’s bloodied face—or someone, anyone i know—standing behind me.Instead, I freeze.Because A figure stands there. But its Not my mother. Not any other person I recognize. Instead, it’s me.Or at least, a version of me. But this version glows. Golden, ethereal clothes drape her like sunlight, shimmering with an energy I can’t describe. Her hair is the same as mine, but brighter, with strands that seem to move as if alive. And her eyes… silver. Pure, molten silver.I step back, wobbling. “Wha… what—who are you? Are… are you me?”She tilts her head, a smile that’s equal parts cruel and teasing curling her lips. “Who knows? Are you dead?”My stomach lurches. “Dead?!”She laughs, the sound ringing like wind chimes in a storm. “Relax, I’
IVONNE’S POVAfter i volunteer myself, For a moment, nobody moves. The world is holding its breath, hanging on the edge of a knife. Then—A warm, trembling hand wraps around mine“Ivonne please— no.” Hector’s voice is shredded, like his throat is made of broken glass. He pulls, weak but desperate, trying to drag me back to him. “I won’t let you do this.”I glance down at him. His face is ashen, sweat beading at his temples, the stain of blood creeping through his shirt again where the wound refuses to seal. Viera and her brothers are still kneeling beside him, pouring faint blue light into his chest, trying to keep him conscious.I squeeze his fingers, not gently. “Your Majesty, let go.”“I can’t.” His voice breaks. “Please… don’t make me watch them hurt you. Not you.”“I’m not yours to protect,” I say, more sharply than I intend. “Not right now. This is my choice.”He tries to sit up. The moment his torso lifts, pain lances through him; he gasps and his body folds, the wound tearing







