All Chapters of Her thirst for vengeance: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Last night, Dante made love to me like his life depended on it, he made sure i had cum at least three times before finally letting me go, even then, he had his arms wrapped tightly around me the entire time we slept. When I woke up, he was still there, pressed against me, refusing to let me go as if he feared I’d suddenly run away. I saw the tension in his body, and from our mating Bond, I could feel that he was scared I’d still regret coming into his pack, that I’d wake up and want to leave. His grip on me tightened every time I tried to move. "Dante," I whispered, shifting slightly to look up at him. His eyes were barely open, but I could see the worry there, the way his brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched. "Dante, we have to get up, you can't hold me in bed forever." I lightly scolded in amusement. But Dante didn't smile. “You don’t regret it, right? Being with me, do you still regret choosing to marry me?” His voice was rough with sleep, but there was a vulnerability in

Tamara's POV I know that Dante always has a naughty plan for me in mind, but when he directed me to a specific section of the car today, I didn’t think much of it. I just assumed he wanted us to sit somewhere more private. I followed him, not sure of why he wanted me to sit there until he pulled up a partition, separating us from the rest of the bus and from the rest our friends. “Uh, what are you doing?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. He gave me one of his trademark smirks, the one that made me feel like I was about to enter trouble. “I told you, you'll pay for teasing me like that. Did you really think you could get away from me that easily?, he said and i gulped. I wasn't sure what exactly he wanted to do to me, but I knew it was something that i would normally never do. It wasn’t until his hand started trailing up my leg, and under my gown that it clicked. So that’s why he wanted privacy. “Dante!” I gasped, blushing furiously and grabbing his wrist, trying to s

Tamara's POV "I'm your sister to be." the blonde woman said with an annoying smirk. "What?" I blinked, caught off guard as the blonde woman standing in front of me smiled even wider, enjoying my confusion. "Sister?" I echoed. For a moment, I wondered if she was Dante's younger sister, Ciri, but then o remembered that Dante had described her as a sweet, shy seventeen-year-old. But this blonde woman, though, was obviously closer to my age, probably in her twenties. And her mischievous smirk didn’t exactly scream "sweetheart." I tilted my head, trying to keep my patience and my tone calm. "Sorry, but... who are you, exactly?" She just waved her hand dismissively. "Never mind that. I just wanted to meet you and give you a word of advice, sister to sister." The mocking emphasis on “sister” was impossible to ignore. My fingers twitched, itching to cross to smack that smug look on her face, but I kept them at my sides. "And what advice would that be?" I gritted out. She lean

Tamara's POV The drive back to the hotel was tense. Dante barely said a word to anyone, and I could feel the tension rolling off him. He had insisted on driving himself, but his jaw was clenched and his hands gripped the wheel a little too tightly, even his eyes were focused on the road with an intensity that didn’t feel like him. It made me realize that Reuben's words had hit him a lot harder than I expected and now he was trying hard to focus on something else. When we finally arrived at the hotel, he stormed up to our room, and straight to the balcony, staring out at the city lights without saying a word. I let him be, giving him the space he needed, but it hurt to see him so distressed and lost in thought. After a while, I slipped into the bathroom, hoping a hot bath might help clear my own head, too, tonight had been... a lot for all of us. The warm water felt comforting, and I tried to wash away the feeling of Reuben’s words and the doubt they were trying to plant in the

Tamara's POV “I honestly doubt that Possibility Luna. But I wanted to just inform you in case you don't know, anyone associated with Adrian is considered a threat to Dante’s safety.” He fixed me with a steady stare. “So, if anything else about Adrian comes back to you… you’ll let me know immediately, right?” George asked. I swallowed hard, nodding. “Of course.” After my conversation with Adrian, I was a little freaked out, but I decided to put it at the back of my mind and get ready for the most important part of the day, meeting Dante's mother. I hadn't yet heard from him yet, so I just got dressed and waited by the window, hoping to see some sign of Dante, but there was nothing. What was going on? I really hoped his mom wasn't giving him a hard time. Yes, George had assured me that Dante could handle himself, but I can’t help but worry about him. His mother’s influence over the northern elders was our main hope and, if she was pissed at him for defending me from his brot