Novel Male 673 Summary


    In Chapter 673 of “Novel Male 673,” Simon arrives at Digby Medical Center to pick up Tamara, who is recovering from a difficult period. Despite being the son of the Bloodmoon Alpha, Simon faces barriers from the staff, who are wary of his presence due to his pack’s scent. He waits patiently outside for over an hour, showing concern for Tamara’s fragile state. Inside, Tamara enjoys a rare moment of peace as she shares a meal with Dr. Galvin, reflecting on the long time since she felt such calmness.


    Tamara expresses gratitude for the care she received but struggles with her identity, revealing that her mate has distanced himself from her, referring to her merely as “Hey.” This realization weighs heavily on her, but she finds sce in knowing that someone has risked their life for her. Despite her bittersweet emotions, she prepares to leave the medical center, determined to return to Simon and face whatever awaits her.


    As they drive back to the Bloodmoon packhouse, Tamara experiences the world anew, feeling a sense of freedom she hasn’t known before. She observes the vibrant life around her, contrasting her own struggles with those of a woman she sees on the street. This moment of reflection brings tears to her eyes as she connects with her own pain and resilience.


    Upon their return, Barbara, a caring omega, greets them and insists that Tamara must see Rosemary immediately. Simon, aware of his mother’s anger, suggests that Tamara should rest first, but Barbara insists that dys will only worsen Rosemary’s mood. The chapter closes with a sense of impending confrontation, highlighting Tamara’s journey of self-discovery and the challenges she faces within her pack.Continue Regr Chapter Reading Below


    Third Person’s POV


    The next morning, Simon went to Digby Medical Center to pick up Tamara.


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    Digby was the most authoritative wolf medical center in the territory; the staff, from reception to nurses, could instantly distinguish the scent of different packs.


    Right now, they were clearly trying to block him. Smelling the “Bloodmoon Pack” scent on Simon, they all repeated, politely but distantly, “Visiting hours have not started. Please wait outside.”


    Even though Simon was Rosemary’s son, the next generation of the Bloodmoon Alpha line, he was kept outside.


    He stood on the sidewalk steps for over an hour, not daring to let out a single hint of impatient aura, afraid of rming the still–fragile she–wolf inside–Tamara.


    At that moment, Tamara was in the medical center’s rear patio garden.


    The sun warmed the wolf–specific cotton nkets and wooden table. She quietly ate a hot meal from start to finish, then slowly drank arge cup of hot coffee.


    She looked up at Galvin, the gentle beta female doctor sitting across from her.


    “It’s been so long since I’ve had a meal like this–calmly, all the way through.” Tamara whispered.


    Galvin nodded. “If you want, tonight can be like this too, and every night after. Digby won’t kick you out.”


    The tone was soft but held the certainty of a medical professional.


    Tamara lowered her gaze to the coffee grounds at the bottom of the cup. After a long silence, she slowly stood up. “I’ll go back with him.”


    Galvin’s scent tightened slightly. “Are you absolutely sure? You need to think this throughpletely. Going back now, they might still treat you badly.”


    “I have to go back eventually.” Tamara’s eyes were red–rimmed, but she managed a faint smile. “Thank you.”


    “Don’t be silly with me.” Galvin snorted softly. “Your mate is waiting outside. I’ll get you some


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    medicine; take it home and follow the instructions-”


    “No need.” Tamara cut her off. “I don’t need any more medicine. I’m fine now.”


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    She walked toward the garden archway. Before leaving, she suddenly turned back and gave Galvin a wide, toothy smile. “My name is Tamara.”


    Galvin paused, then realized. “Oh… that’s a beautiful name.”


    Tamara’s smile turned momentarily bitter. “It is, isn’t it? It’s just… no one has called me that in a long time.”


    Galvin frowned reflexively. “How is that possible? Doesn’t your mate call you Tamara?”


    Tamara gently shook her head. “He used to. Later… he just called me ‘Hey.”


    Galvin looked confused. “Hey‘? What do you mean, ‘Hey‘?”


    After a second of thought, her eyebrows scrunched together in anger. “He just calls you that?”


    Tamara whispered, “It’s fine. I prefer it that way. I don’t have to hold out hope anymore.”


    She nodded to Galvin, looking directly at her. “I’m leaving now. Please tell Adide for me- thank you. Truly, thank you.”


    Galvin stared at her, sensing something was wrong. “What is it? Why do you need to say ‘thank you‘ so many times?”


    Tamara shook her head. “It’s nothing. I just feel like… in this entire life, to have one person willing to risk their life to save mine, even if everything else was terrible, I have nothing to regret.”


    Her smile was bright, yet held a desperate, resolute courage.


    The next second, she walked determinedly toward the exit.


    Galvin followed her to the doorway, watching Tamara standing next to Simon.


    Simon was whispering something to her, his aura tightly suppressed, terrified of hurting the still–fragile she–wolf.


    Tamara nodded slightly and lifted her foot to get into the car.


    Simon hesitated, then reached out to steady her.


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    The moment the car door closed, Tamara let out a soft sigh, her breath slowly dissipating from


    her chest.


    When she usually rode in the car, she would shrink quietly into the back seat and never roll down the window, knowing the world she looked out at was different from everyone else’s.


    But today, she felt a rare curiosity and pressed the button, letting the window slide down.


    She watched the passersby–some happy, some sad.


    She looked at them one by one, as if seeing the world for the first time through the eyes of a “free she–wolf.”


    As the car drove through the streets, storefronts disyed beautiful, tempting goods.


    The colors, the designs, the things she never had a chance to get close to.


    She had never truly shopped before.


    She had no idea the world could be so vibrant.


    Just then, she saw a thin woman.


    She was carrying a child on her back, her waist slightly bent, her eyes dead and vacant.


    Her cheeks were cracked and dry from the cold wind as she pushed an old cart.


    Her wrists were exposed, the bones showing clearly like sharp points.


    Tamara slowly pushed up her own sleeve.


    Her wrists were just as thin and bony, maybe even finer.


    She wanted to smile, but instead, tears–heavy, weighty tears–began to fall.


    When they arrived back at the main Bloodmoon packhouse, Barbara was waiting by the door.


    Her scent was gentle and steady, the typical scent of a caring omega.


    “Tamara, thank goodness you’re home.”


    She spoke softly. “Rosemary wants to see you. You have to go to her room now.”


    Simon knew his mother was still furious. He kept his voice low. “She just got back. Let her rest first, then she can go apologize to Mother.”


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    Barbara sighed. “If she doesn’t go now, Rosemary will only get angrier.”


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    As the car pulled up to the Bloodmoon packhouse, a mix of emotions swirled within Tamara. The vibrant world outside had opened her eyes to the beauty she had long overlooked, but the weight of her past still clung to her like a shadow. With each tear that fell, she felt both the pain of her struggles and the flicker of hope that had begun to ignite within her. The gentle scent of Barbara, the caring omega, weed her back, but the thought of facing Rosemary loomed heavy on her heart. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, Tamara understood that reiming her identity meant confronting the remnants of her past. She was no longer just a she-wolf defined by her pain; she was Tamara, a name that resonated with strength and resilience.


    In that moment, standing on the threshold of the packhouse, Tamara realized that her journey was far from over, but it was one she was ready to embrace. With Simon by her side, she felt a sense of solidarity that had been absent for so long. The road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but she was determined to face them head-on, armed with the knowledge that she was worthy of love and respect. As she prepared to step into the room where Rosemary awaited, Tamara took a deep breath, her heart steadying with newfound courage. She was ready to reim her ce, not just as a member of the Bloodmoon Pack, but as a woman who had fought for her freedom and was ready to forge her own path.What to Expect in Next Chapter?


    **What to Expect in Next Chapter?**


    As Tamara steps back into the world of the Bloodmoon Pack, the tension surrounding her reunion with Rosemary is palpable. Readers can anticipate an emotionally charged confrontation that will test Tamara’s newfound strength and resolve. Will she stand her ground against Rosemary’s fury, or will the weight of her past failures cause her to retreat once more into silence? The dynamics of their rtionship are on a knife’s edge, and the stakes have never been higher.


    Moreover, Simon’s protective instincts will be put to the test as he navigates the delicate situation with both Tamara and his mother. The chapter promises to delve deeper into Simon’s struggles, revealing his own vulnerabilities and the lengths he is willing to go to ensure Tamara feels safe and epted. As the tension esctes within the pack dynamics, readers can expect unexpected alliances and potential betrayals that could change the course of Tamara’s journey. With every turn, the anticipation builds—will Tamara reim her identity, or will the shadows of her past continue to haunt her?


    Sara Lili


    <strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.