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The Luna's Tattoos
Last Updated : 2025-03-08
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Having failed to secure a mate, Olivia black was forced to marry Lucien, the heir of Moonblood family who couldn't control his wolf. Fearing that he would never be able to control his wolf, he rejected her after three years out of fear that he would accidentally kill her. Left with no choice, she partakes in the year's bonding ceremony, and for the second time in history ; A wolf bonded two mates. Unfortunately for her, she found herself bonded to the worst mates possible . One is a half human adopted into a powerful pure blood family, the other is a feared Alpha who was rumored to have masscred his entire family. An Alpha and a Lycan. This was the beginning of her journey, a journey she couldn't even see how it would end.
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The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 93: Echoing in the Void
AALPHA AARON’S POVI slumped in the worn leather chair of my study, the late afternoon sun bleeding through the cracked blinds, casting jagged stripes across the cluttered desk. Papers sprawled before me—maps marked with red Xs, scribbled notes, dead-end leads—all nine months of chasing shadows for Natalie. My fingers curled around the glass of bourbon, the amber liquid trembling as I lifted it to my lips, the burn a fleeting distraction from the ache gnawing at my chest. Olivia’s words echoed, sharp and unyielding: Find Mom, or we’re done. She didn’t know I’d been searching long before she demanded it, years stretching back to that night when my world splintered.The memory clawed its way up, vivid and cruel. Natalie and I had tucked Olivia into bed, her small frame curled under the quilt, her breaths evening out as I finished the last page of her favorite story—The Wolf and the Star. Natalie’s voice had softened the tale, her hand brushing Olivia’s hair, a quiet smile on her lips.
Last Updated : 2025-03-08The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 92: Whispers of the Heart
OLIVIA’S POVI sat on the edge of the bed, my legs tucked beneath me, watching Lucien’s chest rise and fall in shallow, uneven breaths. The late afternoon sun slanted through the curtains, painting his face in soft gold, the scratch marks I’d left on his cheek still stark against his pale skin. He slept now, his body limp, drained from the curse that had seized him hours ago. Zypher had roared through him, pinning me to the wall, his hands tight around my throat—not him, not really, just the beast Archimedes had forced into him. I’d clawed him back, my nails drawing blood, and he’d crumpled, the violence fading as he sank into this numb, paralyzed state. I pulled the blanket higher, tucking it around his shoulders, my fingers brushing his damp hair.I leaned down, pressing my lips to his forehead, the warmth of his skin grounding me. “You’re always in my heart,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath, knowing he couldn’t hear. “This love—it’s not dying, not ever.” My chest tightened,
Last Updated : 2025-03-07The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 91: Ashes of Vengeance
ALARIC’S POV I leaned back in the leather chair, the dim glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows across my study. The air smelled of smoke and whiskey, the glass in my hand half-empty, its burn a faint echo of the satisfaction simmering in my chest. Thomas Hale was dead—his wife, his daughter, his grandson, all gone. I’d watched the flames swallow their house, the crackle of timber and the screams fading into the night. No bodies left, no graves to mourn—just ash. Damien would feel it, that hollow stab of loss, and it fueled me, a dark joy curling through my veins. The Hales weren’t the first—his housekeeper, an old woman who’d fussed over him since he was seventeen, had bled out under my knife years back. Servants, friends, business partners—anyone he let close, I’d taken, leaving him alone, a king with no court. He deserved it, after what he’d done.The door creaked, and Creed Hunters stepped in, his boots thudding against the hardwood. His lean frame filled the doorway,
Last Updated : 2025-03-07The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 90: Torn Between Flames
OLIVIA’S POVI perched on the edge of the bed, my knees drawn up, staring at Lucien as he lay sprawled across the sheets. His chest rose and fell, slow and ragged, the scratch marks I’d left on his cheek still red against his skin. My nails had brought him back—snapped him out of Zephyr’s grip—and now he rested, exhaustion pulling him under. The room was quiet, the late afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow over his face. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, my mind churning, torn in two directions I couldn’t untangle. Nine months had slipped by since the mate bonds locked me to Damien and Lucien. Weekends with Damien, every Saturday and Sunday tangled in his sheets at the Fallenstar’s Home, learning him piece by piece. Everyone feared him, whispered about the blood on his hands—his parents, his whole family, slaughtered by his own claws. They called him a monster, a killer who’d snuffed them out to claim power. But I’d seen him wake gasping from nig
Last Updated : 2025-03-03The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 89: Curse of the Beast
LUCIEN’S POVI stood in the living room, the afternoon light spilling through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the hardwood. My joggers hung low on my hips, the black singlet clinging to my chest, and the coffee mug warmed my hand as I took a slow sip. Olivia was due back today—Monday, her weekday with me—and my blood hummed with anticipation. Nine months she’d been splitting herself between me and Damien, weekdays here, weekends there, a dance I’d grown used to but never liked. I didn’t know for sure what she did with him, didn’t ask, but I felt it—her body carried his echo sometimes, faint and infuriating. That first hickey, two months into this mess, had been proof enough. Since then, I’d buried the question, let it fester in silence. She came back to me ready, always, her heat a wildfire I couldn’t resist.The curse gnawed at me, though, sharper now than ever. Zephyr—my Lycan half—clawed inside, restless, violent, a storm I couldn’t tame. Maximus, my a
Last Updated : 2025-03-03The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 88: Bloody Revenge
DAMIEN’S POVI stood in my study, the late morning light filtering through the tall windows, glinting off the whiskey glass in my hand. My black joggers hung low, my chest bare, water dripping from my hair onto my shoulders, fresh from the shower. The room smelled of oak and leather, but Olivia’s scent lingered—wild, sweet, a ghost from last night. She’d left for Lucien’s place hours ago, her weekend with me over, and I hated it. Nine months of this—two days a week with her, five with him—and it wasn’t enough. I wanted her here, always, her heat pressed against me, her voice in my ear. The imbalance gnawed at me, a raw ache I couldn’t shake. I took a sip, the burn sliding down my throat, and my mind slipped back to last night. She’d stormed in here, her eyes locked on me as I hunched over maps and notes, chasing Alaric’s shadow. Papers sprawled across the desk—leads, dead ends, whispers of where my brother might be. He was a phantom—human towns one day, werewolf packs the next, alwa
Last Updated : 2025-03-02The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 87: Whispers of the Damned
VLADIMIR’S POV I woke with a start, the afternoon sun clawing through the heavy drapes of my bedroom, casting jagged shadows across the oak floor. My fingers curled around the tumbler of whiskey I’d clutched even in sleep, the amber liquid sloshing as I sat up, the leather headboard creaking under my weight. Two weeks had passed since my last clear thought—two weeks of restless nights, haunted by visions of Selene’s return. The cult was running out of time, the threads of our purpose fraying, and every heartbeat thrummed with the weight of it. I took a long swallow, the burn steadying me, and let my gaze drift to the sprawl of my mansion beyond the open door—marble halls, gilded frames, a hollow empire built on faith and blood.The sheets rustled beside me, and I turned to see Claire, her hair spilling over the pillow, her bare shoulder peeking from beneath the silk. She’d slipped in that morning, silent as a shadow, her scent—jasmine and deceit—still clinging to the air. Alpha Aaro
Last Updated : 2025-03-02The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 86: Flames Unbound
BEN’S POVI jolted awake, the afternoon sun slanting through the blinds, casting gold across my tangled sheets. My head throbbed, a dull ache from a night spent tossing, my mind gnawing at Olivia’s choices. She’d slept with Damon—Damon, of all people—when I’d been so sure her heart still belonged to Lucien. Three years of marriage, spilt by three measly months, and she’d told me everything after—how empty she’d felt, how the void lingered. As her best friend, I’d listened, nodded, believed she’d run back to Lucien the second their mate bond snapped into place. Yet here she was, tangled up with Damon too, and it felt like a knife in my gut. Betrayal, plain and simple, even if she didn’t see it that way. I rubbed my face, groaning as I sat up, the bed cold beside me. Aslaug had stormed out last night, fed up with my pacing, my muttering. “I can’t watch you obsess over her anymore,” she’d snapped, her dark eyes flashing before she grabbed her keys and left for her own place. I hadn’t b
Last Updated : 2025-02-27The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 85: Blood on My Hands, Lust in My Veins
MAYOR LARRY’S POV: I had just returned back to my home after an unexpected visit from Damon. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of my penthouse, the city skyline glittering below like a taunt. My reflection stared back—gray streaks in my hair, lines etched deep around my eyes, a man hollowed out by hate. The tumbler of whiskey burned in my grip, the ice clinking as I swirled it. Werewolves. Filthy, treacherous beasts. They’d taken everything—Natalie, my sister, my peace—and left me with nothing but this gnawing need to see them bleed. Natalie’s face flickered in my mind, unbidden. Those wide green eyes, the freckles dusting her nose, the way she’d laughed as a kid, chasing me through our parents’ sprawling estate. Adopted, sure, but mine—my little shadow. Mom and Dad found her abandoned, a scrawny thing wrapped in rags, and raised her human. We didn’t know what she was until she hit eighteen, when the wolf broke through—claws shredding her prom dress, eyes glowing gold. She cou
Last Updated : 2025-02-26
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Olivia's Pov: I barely had time to brace for it before his fist nearly snapped my neck in two with a gut-wrenching blow as I fell hard to the ground, tears welling on my face. “You stupid bitch!", he yelled, his face contorted with rage. He was in one of his moods again, the occasional periods where his wolf starts to lose control and he tears up anything in his way, more than often, I'm usually the one in the way of his tantrums. My hands shook violently as the porcelain cup in my hands hit the ground, shattering to pieces in an echoing screech. At the sound, Lucien lunged for me, his foot stamping hard at my ribs knocking the air out of me. I gasped as I struggled to breathe, my small hands tightening around my chest, but he wasn't done. He grabbed me from the marble floor, throwing me on top of the dining table, his fists balled, eyebrows scrunched in seething anger. Each blow punctuated his lupine rage; he wasn't going to stop; he just kept hitting me across the face...
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