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Chapter 106: Roads to Redemption
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The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 107: Wounds of Wrath
ALARIC’S POVI jolted awake, my head pounding, a dull ache radiating from my skull down my spine. The room swam into focus—dim, familiar, the cracked plaster ceiling of my hideout staring back at me. My bed creaked under me, the thin mattress sagging, the sheets twisted around my legs, damp with sweat. Pain seared through my arm, sharp and raw, and I glanced down, my breath hitching. Bandages wrapped my forearm, stained brown with dried blood, the gash beneath throbbing, unhealed. I shifted, wincing, my back stiff, my ribs bruised, every move a reminder of her—Olivia.I sat up, slow, my boots still on, caked with mud, the laces loose. My leather jacket hung torn over the chair, the sleeve shredded where her claws had ripped through. My mind spun, piecing it back, last night in the woods, the darkness, her fighting me. I’d planned it for months, every step, every breath, to kidnap her, break her, send Damien the pieces. That rag soaked in wolfsbane and ether, should’ve kept her down fo
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DAMIEN’S POVI stood in the clearing, the late afternoon sun dipping low, casting long shadows across the trampled grass of my backyard. Sweat beaded my neck, my shirt clinging damp to my chest, my boots scuffing the dirt as I circled Lucien. His suit jacket lay crumpled on a stump, his sleeves rolled up, his dark hair slick with effort, his breaths heaving sharp. Two weeks had passed since Olivia’s escape from Alaric, two weeks of hunting my brother, two weeks of forging this uneasy pact with Lucien. He’d thrown his money and muscle into tracking Alaric, and I’d taken on taming his Lycan, Zephyr. The air crackled with tension, our wolves prowling just under our skins, the stakes higher than ever.“Focus,” I growled, my fists raised, my eyes locked on his. “Feel Maximus, your alpha wolf. Pull him up, let him anchor you.”Lucien nodded, his jaw clenching, his hands flexing as he squared his stance. His eyes flickered amber, then gold, Zephyr’s wild edge warring with Maximus’s steady c
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-21The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 109: Chains of Desperation
VLADIMIR’S POVI stood in the shadowed chamber, the air thick with damp rot and the faint tang of blood, my boots scuffing the cracked stone floor. The Selene Cult’s lair sprawled beneath the earth, a maze of tunnels carved into the cliffs beyond the werewolf realms, hidden from prying eyes. Dim torches flickered along the walls, their orange glow casting jagged shapes across the iron bars that caged her, Natalie, the last Thresh Alpha, my key, my curse. Her frail form slumped against the back wall, her wrists bound in silver chains, her dark hair matted, her skin pale as ash. She’d been here for years, decades, her power bleeding out slowly, feeding our rituals, our endless chase for the Moon Goddess’s awakening. I clenched my fists, my nails biting my palms, frustration boiling hot in my chest.I’d been a boy, wild, reckless, when I’d led the rogues against her pack, the Thresh stronghold crumbling under our claws. We’d struck at dusk, the moon high and cruel, its pull twisted agai
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OLIVIA’S POVI woke to the faint glow of dawn seeping through the curtains, the room quiet except for the soft creak of the house settling. My shoulder ached, a dull throb beneath the healed scar, a reminder of that night two weeks back—claws, a rag, a silver bullet, and a fight I barely remembered. I rolled out of bed, my bare feet brushing the cool hardwood, my tank top clinging to my skin, my shorts rumpled from restless sleep. Damien’s place had become my cage since then—no more shuffling between him and Lucien, no more nights at Moonblood. They’d locked me here, their worry a chain I couldn’t shake, and I hated it.I padded downstairs, my hand trailing the banister, my mind churning. Two weeks, and still no answers—who’d grabbed me, who’d shot me, who’d wanted me broken? I’d asked Damien, his jaw tight, his eyes dodging mine—*“We’re still looking, Liv—don’t know yet.”* Lucien, too, his voice smooth but hollow—*“Haven’t figured it out, love—give us time.”* It rang false, a lie too
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BEN’S POVI stood in the doorway, my boots scuffing the hardwood, my jacket still zipped tight from the chill outside. Olivia’s eyes flicked to me, sharp and stormy, cutting away from Damien and Lucien mid-argument. Her shoulders squared, her tank top clinging to her frame, her shorts rumpled, and she brushed past them without a word, her flip flops padding toward me. I caught the tension rolling off her, thick as fog, her jaw tight, her lips pressed thin. She didn’t slow, just grabbed my arm, her fingers firm, and tugged me toward the door. “Let’s go,” she muttered, her voice low, edged with something raw. I followed, my boots thudding, the room behind us shrinking as we stepped into the crisp morning air.Lucien’s voice chased us, sharp and loud from the threshold. “Don’t go far—stay where we can see you.” His tone carried that alpha bite, worry masked as command, echoing off the porch.Olivia stiffened beside me, her breath hissing out, her head tilting back. “Dick,” she whispe
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-22The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 112: Masks of Motive
VLADIMIR’S POVI slipped into the chamber, my boots silent on the damp stone, the air heavy with mildew and the faint hum of power. The Selene Cult’s meeting hall stretched before me, a cavernous hollow carved beneath New Orleans’ underbelly, its walls jagged and torchlit, shadows dancing wild. The long table sat crooked, its wood scarred, ringed by figures draped in cloaks—representatives from the Ashworth, Blood Wagon Pack, Black Pack, and half a dozen other factions, their voices rising, sharp and frayed. I took my seat at the far end, my hands folding in my lap, my eyes scanning slow, steady, taking it all in. I’d always stayed quiet here, a shadow among the loud, letting their words spill while I weighed them, measured them.Vladimir stood at the head, his broad frame tense, his graying hair swept back, his cloak billowing as he braced his hands on the table. His jaw clenched tight, his eyes darting, catching the heat aimed his way. The room buzzed, restless, the air thick with y
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OLIVIA’S POV I stood in my room, the night pressing thick against the windows, the curtains still, the air heavy with quiet. The bed loomed behind me, its sheets crisp, untouched, the duvet folded back from earlier when I’d decided—alone tonight. No more shuffling between Damien and Lucien, no more nights tangled in their arms, their breaths warm on my neck. They’d insisted since I’d moved here—since Lucien had too, his suits now hanging in the closet down the hall—always one of them with me, guarding, hovering. I had a room, my own space, but they’d never let me use it, not since that night weeks ago when I’d clawed my way free from hands I couldn’t name. Tonight, I’d drawn the line, shut the door, and claimed the solitude I craved.I slipped off my socks, my bare feet brushing the hardwood, cool and smooth, and tugged my tank top straight, my shorts riding low. My stomach growled faint, but I ignored it—no dinner, no urge to face them downstairs, their whispers and silences too mu
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-23The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 114: Whispers of the Lost
LUCIEN’S POVI sat on the couch, my elbows braced on my knees, my hands clasped tight, the living room dim under the flicker of a single lamp. Damien sprawled across from me, his boots kicked up on the coffee table, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his fingers tapping restless on the armrest. The clock ticked past midnight, the house silent except for the low hum of our voices, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of whiskey we’d poured earlier. We’d been at it for hours, hashing out Daiki—his wounds, his fight, his survival.“He’s tougher than we thought,” I said, my voice low, my gaze flicking to Damien, catching the shadow of relief in his nod. “Saw him today—Blackbeard’s got him patched up good. Breathing steady, talking shit like always.”Damien smirked, faint, his hand scrubbing his jaw, stubble rasping under his fingers. “Yeah—Fenri’s mercy, that bastard’s still kicking. Took three of Alaric’s goons down before they got him. Doc says he’ll pull through.”I leaned
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The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 157: Where the Heart Lands
OLIVIA’S POVThe hospital room smelled of antiseptic and fresh cotton, the faint beep of the monitor steady as I sat up in the bed, my hands resting on the thin blanket, my body aching but alive. Five months had stretched since that night in the cavern, my belly now a gentle curve beneath the gown, the baby kicking soft against my ribs. Lucien stood by my side, his hand warm around mine, his dark eyes glistening with unshed tears, his thumb brushing my knuckles. Damien lingered near the door, his arms crossed, his jaw tight, the weight of the past days etched into his face. Alaric slouched in a chair, his boots propped on the frame, while Mara hovered near the window, her gaze soft but watchful.My chest tightened, my breath shallow as I looked between them, the words I’d held back for too long clawing their way up. I squeezed Lucien’s hand, my voice trembling but firm. “Damien, I need to say something.”He straightened, his hands dropping to his sides, his eyes meeting mine, steady
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 156: Letting the Light Go
DAMIEN’S POVThe hospital’s waiting room buzzed with a low hum, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the tiled floor where I stood, my boots scuffing the edge of a chair. Olivia lay beyond the glass doors, her breathing steady now, the doctors’ voices a faint murmur as they worked. Lucien sat beside her bed, his hand wrapped around hers, his shoulders hunched, tears glistening on his cheeks as he stared at her pale face. My chest tightened, a sharp pang twisting through me, jealousy flaring hot as I watched him—his fear, his love, raw and unguarded. Alaric sprawled in a chair nearby, his knife tucked away, his head tilted back, eyes shut, while Mara perched close, her gaze flicking between Olivia and the door.I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed, my jacket creaking as I shifted, the weight of it all pressing down. Lucien’s return had shifted everything—cracked open a truth I’d dodged for months. Olivia’s heart belonged to him, always had, and I’d known it deep dow
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 155: Shadows of the Fallen
LUCIEN’S POVThe cavern reeked of blood and ash, the air thick with the metallic tang of death as I knelt beside Olivia, my hands slick with her blood, her body limp against the cold stone. The Lunar Eclipse’s red glow faded overhead, the torchlight flickering weak across the carnage—bodies strewn everywhere, cultists torn apart, the original Alphas reduced to lifeless husks, Selene’s shattered form a pile of dust in the center. Natalie lay steps away, her chest still, her blood pooling dark under her, Olivia’s claws having ripped through her in that final, wild surge. My breath hitched, my fingers pressing against Olivia’s neck, her pulse faint but there, her mouth stained red, her eyes shut as she’d collapsed after screaming for her mother.Damien dropped beside me, his pistol clattering to the ground, his hands shaking as he gripped her shoulders, his voice raw. “Olivia, come on, wake up.” I pushed her hair back, my own hands trembling, her skin clammy under my touch, but she did
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 154: Blood and Eclipse
NATALIE’S POVThe cavern pulsed with a low hum, the air thick with the scent of iron and damp stone as I sat chained to the jagged wall, my wrists raw from the iron biting into my skin. The Lunar Eclipse bathed the chamber in a sickly red glow, the light seeping through cracks in the ceiling, casting twisted shadows across the cultists’ hooded figures. Olivia slumped beside me, her pregnant belly straining against her shirt, her face pale and slick with sweat as the ritual began. The cult’s leader, Vladimir, a gaunt man with sunken eyes and a silver blade—stood over her, his voice rising in a guttural chant, the words foreign and sharp, slicing through the stillness.My heart pounded, my chains rattling as I strained forward, watching them carve symbols into the stone floor around her, their knives glinting in the crimson light. A bowl sat between us, its edges crusted with old blood, and they dragged a claw across Olivia’s arm, her gasp echoing as red welled and dripped into it. Pain
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 153: Echoes in the Dust
DAMIEN’S POVThe pickup’s engine growled as I pulled into the cabin’s drive, the headlights sweeping across the gravel, cutting through the dusk’s heavy gray. Alaric slouched in the passenger seat, his boots propped on the dash, a half-empty beer can dangling from his fingers. We’d spent the day scouting the hills, chasing rumors of rogue wolves stirring trouble, but my mind kept drifting to Olivia—her pacing, her tears, the way she’d dodged my questions since Lucien showed up. The truck jolted to a stop, and I frowned, my gut twisting as her car came into view, parked crooked, the driver’s door hanging open.I climbed out, my boots crunching the gravel, the air cool and sharp against my skin. Groceries littered the ground—apples bruised and scattered, a milk jug leaking white into the dirt, a loaf of bread torn open by some critter. My pulse kicked up, my hands clenching as I scanned the yard, the cabin’s windows dark, the porch silent.“Olivia?” I called, my voice rough, bouncing of
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 152: Chained
OLIVIA’S POVThe cabin’s wooden floor groaned under my restless steps, my socks sliding as I paced the living room, the late afternoon sun slicing through the blinds in thin, golden bars. Lucien’s visit three days ago clung to me—his eyes shattering at the sight of my four-month belly, his voice low with apology, the way he’d turned and left with Mara shadowing him. My chest throbbed, a steady ache I couldn’t shake, and I paused by the window, my fingers brushing the frayed curtain, my breath fogging the glass in short, uneven bursts. Damien’s boots scuffed the kitchen floor behind me, his shadow stretching long, and I spun, pasting on a smile as he leaned against the counter, his brow creasing with that quiet worry he’d worn lately.“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft, hands buried in his jean pockets, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “Been pacing like a caged wolf all day.”I nodded fast, my hand drifting to my stomach, the baby’s faint kick pressing against my palm. “Fine. Jus
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 151: Homecoming
LUCIEN’S POVSleep wrapped me tight, the familiar hum of the house in Pine Hollow lulling me deep, my body sunk into the mattress. Three months had passed since I’d come back—three months of road trips with Little Lucien, Dad’s gruff jokes, Mom’s warm meals, and I’d found a rhythm, a peace I hadn’t known in years. Nana’s stern face flickered in my dreams, Mara’s laugh too, and Olivia—always Olivia—her shadow lingering no matter how hard I tried to let it fade. Mom’s voice echoed too, soft but persistent, urging me to forgive her, to hear her out. I’d nodded, let the words settle, decided in my heart to let it go, but my boots hadn’t crossed back to New Orleans.A howl pierced the night—sharp, wild, yanking me awake. I bolted upright, my heart pounding, the sheets slipping to my waist. The sound cut through the stillness, a wolf’s cry I hadn’t heard since I’d left the pack behind. I swung my legs over the bed, the floor cold under my feet, and stumbled to the window, shoving the curtai
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 150: Veils of the Past
OLIVIA’S POVDust swirled around the truck’s tires as Dad pulled into the clearing, the engine rumbling to a stop. I squinted through the windshield, my stomach twisting as the familiar jagged pines of Blood Wagon Park loomed ahead, their shadows stretching long in the late morning light. My hands gripped the seat, the leather creaking under my fingers, a chill creeping up my spine. I knew this place—too well—and Aslaug lived here, her presence a thorn I’d dodged for months. The last time we’d spoken, her voice had dripped with venom, accusing me of chasing Ben, her Ben, despite me swearing I’d never tried. That call with him two months back—his sharp words, our friendship cracking—had been the end. I’d stopped reaching out, letting the silence grow, but stepping into her territory now felt like walking into a trap.I turned to Dad, my voice tight, my foot tapping the floorboard. “I don’t want to be here. Let’s get out of here, please. I’m not comfortable.”He killed the engine, his
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 149: Unseen Currents
DAMIEN’S POVThe bed jolted beneath me, Olivia’s scream slicing through the quiet night, her voice raw and jagged. I bolted upright, my heart slamming against my ribs, the sheets tangled around my legs as I reached for her. She thrashed, her eyes squeezed shut, sweat beading on her forehead, words spilling from her lips—guttural, strange, a jumble of sounds I couldn’t grasp. Her hands clawed at the air, nails digging into nothing, and I grabbed her shoulders, shaking her gently, my voice hoarse. “Olivia. Olivia, wake up.”Her eyes snapped open, wide and unseeing, black voids staring past me, her breath ragged. She shoved me off, scrambling for the nightstand, her fingers snatching a pen and a scrap of paper from the drawer. I froze, my hands hovering, as she hunched over, scribbling fast—sharp, jagged symbols, loops and slashes that meant nothing to me. “Olivia,” I said, louder now, leaning closer. “You okay? Talk to me.”She didn’t flinch, didn’t look up, her pen scratching louder, f
