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The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 11: Out in the Cold
Olivia’s POVThe sound of Ben’s footsteps fading into the distance was oddly comforting and yet so terribly isolating. I stayed rooted to the garden bench, the night air clinging to my skin like a damp shroud. The solitude stretched on, but the house loomed behind me, its dark window an unspoken reminder that I couldn’t avoid what was waiting inside forever.With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself up and trudged toward the house. Every step felt like dragging a weight behind me. The warm glow of the chandelier in the foyer was deceptive, masking the chill that always seemed to hang in the air when I stepped inside. As soon as I closed the door behind me, her voice cut through the silence like a dagger.“Where the hell have you been?”I didn’t need to look to know it was her—Claire, my stepmother. Her voice carried that same venom it always did, sharp and cutting, as if each word was chosen to wound.“I was just outside,” I said evenly, forcing myself to meet her gaze. She stood at the bas
Last Updated : 2024-12-05The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 12: Confrontation and Secrets
Olivia’s POVThe whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, but it wasn’t enough to dull the ache in my chest. I set the glass down harder than intended, the sharp clink of glass on wood drawing the bartender’s wary eyes. I didn’t care. Let them stare. Let them whisper. Let them judge. What was left of my dignity had already crumbled under the weight of tonight. And yeah with the presence of my two mates watching at me from behind I guess I have no dignity at all. The low hum of the club’s music throbbed in the background, but it did little to drown out my thoughts. My father’s words, his cold dismissal, echoed louder than any baseline. I had nowhere to go, no one to turn to or maybe I still had one last person to turn to—Ben. Ben’s number was still pulled up on my phone, but I hadn’t really pressed call again. What would I even say? Is it for him to hurry and come over to save me from the show of you owns me between these two Alphas behind me? Cause I can already smell the rift. The
Last Updated : 2024-12-05The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 13: A Step Toward Understanding
Olivia’s POVThe morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, slashing across the dark walls of Damon’s apartment. I sat on the edge of the bed, my head resting in my hands as I tried to untangle the chaos in my mind. The events of the night before replayed like a broken record: the rain, the bar, Damon and Lucien fighting, and, of course, my father’s cold, cruel words. No matter how I looked at it, one thing was clear—I wasn’t wanted. Not by my father, not by the people of New Orleans, and maybe not even by the two men who called themselves my mates. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I said, my voice hoarse.The door creaked open, and Damon stepped inside, holding a tray with a plate of eggs, toast, and a mug of coffee. It was such an unexpected sight that I almost laughed. Almost. “Didn’t take you for the breakfast-in-bed type,” I said, forcing my voice to sound lighter than I felt. He set the tray down on the small table near the window, his expr
Last Updated : 2024-12-05The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 14: The Deal and the Dilemma
Olivia’s POVIt had started raining on my way back—funny how I preferred to walk in the rain instead of summoning my wolf form to phase through the rain. The rain soaked through my clothes, the cold biting against my skin as I pushed open the door to Damon’s apartment. My hair clung to my face, droplets trickling down my neck . The familiar scent of pinewood and cedar hit me first, followed by something darker—tension. It hung heavy in the air like a storm waiting to break.I stepped inside, shaking off the rain, and froze.They were both there. Lucien leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his usually warm hazel eyes dark with unease. His shirt was torn at the sleeve, exposing fresh scratches on his forearm. Damon sat on the couch, casual as ever, one leg draped lazily over the other. His expression was unreadable, though the sharp glint in his silver eyes betrayed his amusement. “How cute,” Damon drawled, his gaze flickering between Lucien and me. “Your knight in shining armor act
Last Updated : 2024-12-05The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 15: Struggles of the Heart
Olivia’s POVThe faint light of dawn streamed through the window, brushing against my face. The soft chirping of birds was the only sound in the otherwise silent room. I stirred, stretching under the covers, but a weight in the room made my eyes snap open. Lucien stood at the edge of the bed, his hazel eyes locked on me with an intensity that sent a jolt of fear down my spine. His presence filled the room like a shadow, and for a brief, terrifying moment, memories of his wolf’s rage came rushing back—the growls, the snapping teeth, the way he’d lost control. I sat up quickly, the blanket clutched tightly in my fists. My heart pounded in my chest as I searched his face for a sign of danger. “Lucien,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What are you doing here again?”His eyes softened, and he took a step back, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said quietly, his voice rough like gravel.“Then why were you standing there?” I demanded, unable to
Last Updated : 2024-12-05The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 16: Shadows of Reflection
Damon’s POVThe storm outside mirrored my thoughts. Rain lashed against the glass of the penthouse, a relentless rhythm I couldn’t escape. I leaned against the wide window, staring at the city lights flickering like nervous fireflies. The silence between me and Daiki stretched, comfortable yet intrusive. He stood a few feet away, meticulously polishing a silver tea tray, though neither of us intended to drink.“You seem quieter than usual,” Daiki said, his voice calm, measured. “More brooding, if that’s even possible.”I didn’t reply, not immediately. Instead, I let the storm fill the space between us, drowning the thought I wasn’t ready to confront.“I take it this has something to do with her,” he added, his tone light but knowing.Her. Olivia. The bond. My chest tightened at the mention of it.“You’re wrong,” I muttered. My voice sounded distant, even to me. “The mate bond means nothing. I didn’t ask for it besides she’s with her ex-husband turned mate.” Daiki chuckled softly, the
Last Updated : 2024-12-06The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 17: The Beast Within
Lucien’s POVThe air in my bedroom was suffocating, heavy with a tension I couldn’t shake. Every breath I took felt shallow, my chest constricting as though the walls themselves were closing in on me. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, clawing at the edges of my sanity.“She’s here,” it whispered, dark and demanding. “So close. Let me see her.”I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, digging my claws into my palms to keep them from fully extending. I had promised myself I’d control this for Olivia’s sake. But every second she was near, my resolve frayed a little more.I couldn’t stay here. Not like this.Before I realized it, I was moving, my body acting on autopilot. The bathroom was my sanctuary—a small space where I could breathe, where I could drown the beast’s voice in the sound of running water. My footsteps were heavy as I crossed the room and pushed the door open, not bothering to flip on the light. The bathroom was dimly lit by a silver of moonlight filtering thro
Last Updated : 2024-12-06The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 18: The Breaking Point
Lucien’s POVHer lips were fire, igniting parts of me I had long buried beneath layers of guilt and restraint. The world around us ceased to exist as her warmth consumed me. I deepened the kiss, unable to resist the pull, my hand tightening on her waist, the other sliding into her damp hair.Every inch of me wanted her. Needed her.My wolf stirred, no longer raging but humming in satisfaction, urging me closer to her, to claim her fully. The rational part of my mind—the one that kept me tethered to control—was slipping away. “Claim her,” my wolf whispered, almost tenderly now. “She’s ours again. Stop denying it.”But the whisper became a snarl as I pulled away, breaking the kiss abruptly, gasping for air. I placed a shaky hand on her shoulder to steady myself, though I knew it was more to create a barrier between us. “Lucien,” she breathed, her voice laced with confusion and longing.I stepped back, the distance feeling like a knife to my chest. Her eyes searched mine, pleading, que
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The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 46: Bound by the Unspoken
BEN’S POVThe air in the room was suffocating, a mix of tension, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Lucien was stable now—or at least as stable as a man battling the darkness within could be. Nana hovered over him like a sentinel, her trembling hands betraying the calmness she tried to portray. I stood by the door, my back pressed against the cool wood, my mind spinning with too many thoughts.Lucien. Olivia. Everything. I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift back to Lucien, lying unconscious on the bed. His face was pale, almost translucent, and his breaths came in shallow, ragged intervals. The man I had come to admire looked nothing like the unshakable figure I had always seen. The curse was eating him alive, and tonight it had almost won.But my thoughts weren’t on Lucien for long. They never were these days.They were with Olivia.“Ben,” Nana’s voice was soft but firm, pulling me out of my thoughts. She was kneeling beside Lucien, dabbing at his sweat-soaked brow with a
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 45: Regrets
NANA POV:The banging had stopped. I pressed my ear against the heavy oak door, my heart in my throat as I strained to hear even the faintest sound. But all I got was silence—a terrifying, suffocating silence that made my skin crawl.“Lucien!” I shouted again, pounding my fists against the door. “Please, open up! I can help you, I swear!”But I knew better.This wasn’t the first time. I had witnessed his curse consume him like this before. Yet each time, it felt like a blade piercing deeper into my chest. He never let anyone in, even when it meant he’d tear himself apart trying to fight it. I stood there for a moment longer, my forehead pressed against the cold wood, my breaths shaky. “Please…” I whispered, my voice cracking.Nothing.I clenched my fists and stepped back, panic clawing at me. He needed me, and yet he wouldn’t let me near him. I couldn’t stand idly by, knowing what he was going through behind that door. The guttural pain , the darkness clawing at his mind, the violen
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 44: Fractured Reflections
LUCIEN The door slammed shut behind me with a force that rattled the frame, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the echoes of my own words. The moment I took my first step inside, the walls seemed to close in on me, like a predator circling its prey. My ribs ached with shallow breath, the injury Vladimir inflicted burning like a fire that refused to be extinguished. I pressed my palm against the wound, trying to steady myself, but the pressure only seemed to intensify the pain.Despite that I was glad I finally stood up to him—to Archimedes, my supposed father. Every single thought I’d buried for eighteen years, every ounce of resentment I’d swallowed just to survive in Archimedes’ shadow, it had all come pouring out like a flood I couldn’t stop. And yet, as the silence of the room closed in around me, the weight of my anger didn’t dissipate.I paced back and forth, my ribs protesting with each jarring step. The confrontation replayed in my head, every word laced with venom. I could s
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 43: The Games We Play
CLAIRE POVThe moon hung low outside, its pale light casting an ethereal glow over the Black Pack estate. I pulled the door to Aaron’s study shut behind me, careful to ensure the latch clicked softly. The servant boy’s whispers about Olivia’s abduction still lingered in the air, and I could feel Aaron’s tension even through the closed door. But my concern was an act, a mask I wore with practiced ease. Inside, I seethed. I descended the staircase with measured grace, ensuring the guards and pack members who lingered about the estate saw nothing but the poised and elegant Luna. My face was a picture of worry, my steps purposeful, as though I was heading off to orchestrate the search for Olivia. Instead, I walked out into the cool night air, the crisp wind biting against my skin. The moment I was alone, my composure shattered. A wicked smile spread across my lips, and I scoffed quietly to myself. Poor little Olivia, I thought, my fingers tracing the edge of my robe. If only they knew.
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 42: Shadows of Regret
DAMON POVThe night air clung to me like a shroud as I stepped out of Lucien’s home. The cool breeze, heavy with the scent of pine and rain-soaked earth, did little to soothe the storm brewing within me. I shoved my hands deep into my coat pockets, my jaw clenched as I fought to keep my composure.I was Damon Fallenstar, the enforcer, the lone wolf who never flinched in the face of danger. I’d built walls around myself so high that even I had forgotten what it felt like to be vulnerable. But tonight, every brick in that wall seemed to crumble under the weight of my own thoughts.The events of the past days looped in my mind like a broken record. Olivia’s scream, the clash of claws against flesh, and the overwhelming sense of helplessness that had taken hold of me as Vladimir overpowered me. He’d taken her—he’d taken her while I was way too busy satisfying my sexual hunger, he’d taken her while I was way too busy fighting my way out of his ambush.I exhaled sharply, my breath visible i
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 41: A Father’s Reckoning
AARON The mirror was a liar.Every night it reflected a man I hardly even recognized anymore. Silver strands streaked through my once jet-black hair, etched lines marred the corners of my eyes, and my mouth—once firm and resolute—was now an exhausted frown. But what struck me most was the hollowness in my gaze. That, no mirror could conceal.Tonight was no different. Seated in front of the wide, ornate mirror in my chamber, I stared at the man who had failed at being a father, failed at being a mate—a husband, and perhaps even failed as an Alpha.My fingers drummed against the armrest of the chair as I thought of her—Olivia. My daughter. My once precious child. My flesh and blood. And yet, when I looked at her, all I could see was Natalie. That same soft auburn hair, that determined chin, and those eyes—eyes that haunted me every waking moment.Four years. For four years, I had treated Olivia like she was a ghost, a cruel reminder of the woman who vanished without a trace, leaving no
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 40: Fractured Bloodlines
Lucien’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating. Damon's eyes were fixed on me, expectant yet probing. I could feel his presence like an iron grip around my chest, demanding answers I wasn’t ready to give. His question hung in the air like a guillotine, and the weight of his gaze bore into me.“When did Olivia get the Mate Tattoo?” he asked again, his voice low, controlled, but edged with an undercurrent of something dangerous.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, leaning back with an exaggerated exhale to buy myself time. The sharp sting from the wound Vladimir left on my ribs wasn’t helping my focus. My shirt was soaked with blood, and Damon’s attempt to speed up my recovery process by summoning his Alpha trait had been helpful. But none of that mattered right now.How was I supposed to explain this without exposing everything? I glanced at Damon from the corner of my eye. He was standing near the doorway, his posture rigid as he awaited my response. I could tell he already ha
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 39: Threads of Fate
Damon POVThe night air stung my skin, cold and unyielding, as I stood at the cabin’s threshold. Blood painted the forest floor, mingling with the metallic tang of sweat and death. The chaos of the battle still buzzed in my head like an unrelenting storm, but my focus was on Lucien, cradling Olivia’s limp body against his chest.His hands were trembling. Not from weakness—I’d seen Lucien take blows that would have shattered another man. No, this was different. He clutched her as if letting go would mean losing her forever. But the deep slash Vladimir had carved into his ribs was still bleeding, the dark stain spreading across his torn shirt. “Lucien,” I called sharply, stepping closer. His eyes snapped to mine, a feral glint in them, but the pain lurking behind his gaze dulled their intensity.“You can’t carry her,” I said, nodding toward his side. “You’re barely holding yourself together.”“I’ll manage,” he ground out, his voice strained.“Stop being a fool,” I snapped. “You’ll drop
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 38: Vladimir’s Curse
VLADIMIR POVThe night’s chill bit at my skin as I fled through the dense forest, the crunch of dead leaves beneath my boots masking the sound of my labored breaths. The moon, full and luminous, mocked me from above. Her light spilled through the canopy like the sneer of a silent enemy.They had ruined everything.I leapt over a fallen log, my muscles burning from the exertion. My body screamed at me to stop, to rest, but I couldn’t afford the luxury of weakness. Not now. Not when my enemies had already proven they were more relentless than I had anticipated. My hand shot out to grip a low-hanging branch for balance, but I miscalculated. A sharp splinter jabbed into my palm, and I hissed, more out of frustration than pain. Blood welled from the wound, dripping onto the forest floor, but I didn’t stop.Not until I was far enough away.The memory of their interference burned in my mind. Lucien, the Alpha and a Lycan—a beast born of power and wrath. Damon, the Alpha, with sharp instinct
