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The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 116: Shadows of the Forgotten
MAYOR LARRY’S POVI sank into the chair, my hands trembling as I gripped the sketch, the rough paper crinkling under my fingers, Natalie’s face staring up at me—those wide eyes, that sharp jaw, frozen in ink, unchanged from the girl I’d last seen decades ago. The cabin’s dim light flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across the table where Damien and Lucien loomed, their broad frames tense, their gazes piercing. My breath hitched, my lips quivering, my chest tight with a flood of memory and shock. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t steady the shake in my bones, the mug of coffee forgotten, cooling beside me.Damien leaned forward, his hands braced on the table, his voice low and firm. “Explain, Larry—how’s she your sister? You’re human. She’s a werewolf, you’re not. Start talking.”Lucien nodded beside him, his green eyes narrowing, his arms crossed, waiting. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my tongue thick as I cleared it, the sound raspy in the quiet. My fingers tightened on the s
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-23The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 117: Pancakes and Promises
OLIVIA’S POVI woke to the soft clatter of pans downstairs, my stomach growling loud, pulling me from the tangle of sheets. The room glowed faintly, the morning light slipping through the curtains, my head heavy from last night’s dream. I rubbed my eyes, sleepy grit clinging to my lashes, and swung my legs over the bed, my bare feet brushing the cool hardwood. Hunger gnawed at me sharp and insistent, and I shuffled to the door. “Damien? Lucien?” I called, my voice hoarse, cracking as I leaned over the banister, peering down the stairs. The kitchen hummed—pots banging, something sizzling, but no answer came, only steady rhythm of movement. I frowned, my toes curling in fear as my hand gripped the rail tighter. Could be them—or someone else, or maybe an intruder. My pulse kicked and as quickly and lightly as I could I crept down, each step creaking soft, my breath held as I rounded the corner. The kitchen sprawled ahead warm and bright, and in the middle of it stood Nana, her gray cur
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-23The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 118: Tangled Hearts and Iron Words
ASLAUG’S POVI sat on the edge of my bed, my knees pulled tight to my chest, my arms wrapped around them, the room dim and silent except for the faint hum of the estate beyond my door. The curtains hung heavy, blocking the midday sun, casting long shadows across the hardwood, my sanctuary since I’d fled back here a week ago—back to Father’s sprawling mansion, away from Ben, away from the sting of his absence. My phone lay dark on the nightstand, ignored, its screen blank after days of dodging his calls, his texts, his voice pleading through the static. I’d locked myself in, told the maids no visitors, no exceptions, my heart a knot of anger and ache I couldn’t untangle.My mind drifted, restless, circling back to her; Olivia Black, her dark hair, her easy laugh, the way she pulled Ben’s gaze like gravity I couldn’t fight. I’d felt it years ago, long before the mating ceremony tied me to him, long before the Moon Goddess paired us in that crowded hall. Back then, I’d been sixteen, tra
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-23The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 119: Heat Beneath the Waves
LUCIEN’S POVI sat alone in Damien’s library, the late afternoon sun slanting through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the hardwood. The air hung still, thick with the scent of old leather and dust, the shelves towering around me, their spines a quiet army of knowledge. My slippers rested on the ottoman, my jeans stretched tight, a heavy tome splayed open on my lap—The Lycan Chronicles, its pages yellowed, ink faded, a map of what I’d become. “Lucien?” Olivia’s voice floated in, soft but sharp, cutting through the silence, pulling my head up.“In here,” I called, my voice echoing off the walls, my hands pausing, the book heavy on my thighs.The door creaked, and she stepped in, her bare feet padding light on the floor, her presence felt like a sudden jolt to the quiet. I froze, my breath catching, my eyes locking on her—red bikini top, barely there, clinging to her curves, the bottoms slung low on her hips, strings dangling, her dark hair loose, brushing her shoulders.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-24The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 120: Hunger Unleashed
OLIVIA’S POV I floated in the pool, my body weightless, the water lapping cool against my skin, my breaths slowing as the sun dipped low, painting the sky orange. Lucien stood at the edge, his chest bare, his jeans slung low, water dripping from his hair, his green eyes glinting with a heat that hadn’t faded. My legs trembled, weak from him—his dick, thick and relentless, pounding me raw just minutes ago, his release still warm inside me, a thrill I couldn’t shake. I’d craved this for two weeks—him inside of me, by the pool, a fantasy I’d teased into life today and now I wanted more of him.“Lucien,” I murmured, my voice soft, my arms resting on the edge, my breasts brushing the tiles, still bare from the bikini top I’d tossed away. “I can’t walk—my legs are jelly. Can you carry me inside?” He smirked slowly and wickedly, his hands flexing as he crouched, his muscles shifting under his skin. “Wore you out, huh?” he said, his voice rough, his arms sliding under me, lifting me easy, w
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-24The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 121: Shadows of Envy
DAMIEN’S POV I leaned against the wall in Daiki’s study, my arms crossed tight, the late afternoon sun spilling through the tall windows of Blackbeard Pack’s keep, bathing the room in a warm, amber glow. The air smelled of polished wood and faint traces of antiseptic, a reminder of Daiki’s recent brush with death. He stood across from me, his frame solid again, his dark hair swept back, his shirt stretched over muscles that had finally knit whole. No more bandages, no more pallor, he moved with the easy grace of an alpha restored, his boots scuffing the floor as he paced, his voice steady as he recounted the latest patrol routes.“Fit as ever,” he said, his grin flashing, his hands flexing as if testing their strength. “I’m healed and ready to hunt Alaric down myself if you’d let me.”I nodded, my lips twitching into a half-smile, my eyes tracking him. “Good to see. You had us worried, I thought we’d lost you to that bastard’s ambush.”He laughed, short and rough, his head shaking. “
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-24The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 122: Cracks in the Quiet
OLIVIA’S POV I sat at the kitchen table, my fork scraping against the plate, the pancakes soft and warm, syrup pooling beneath them. The morning sun streamed through the windows, glinting off the counters, the air thick with the scent of coffee and butter. Damien sat across from me, his dark hair missed, his jaw working as he chewed, his eyes fixed on his food, a faint tension in his shoulders I couldn’t place. Lucien stood by the counter, his back to us, pouring coffee into a mug, his broad frame relaxed in a way that made my chest ache—yesterday still lingered, his touch, his heat, the pool, the bed, a hunger we’d unleashed after weeks apart. He turned to face us with a mug in hand, he took a sip out of the mug before setting it down, his enchanting eyes catching mine, a flicker of something serious in them. “I’ve got to head out,” he said, his voice steady, his hands resting on the table as he leaned in. “I’ve be gone for a couple of days, I’ve got to attend to the pack needs. T
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-24The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 123: My Trembling Smile
DAMIEN’S POV I stood over her, my boots planted firm on the hardwood, my hands shaking as I stared down—Olivia, curled tight on the bed, her eyes wide, wet with tears, the sheet clutched to her chest, her breath hitching fast. My stomach twisted hard, guilt slamming me, raw and heavy, my throat burning with it. I’d pinned her, pushed her, my hands on her arms, her skin soft and wet under my grip, her cries snapping me back from whatever dark haze had swallowed me. I stepped back, my chest heaving, my voice rough as I forced it out. “Olivia, I’m sorry,” I said, my hands lifting, palms up, trembling slightly. “I didn’t mean it—I didn’t know what I was doing. I promise it won’t happen again, I swear.”Her face didn’t soften, her jaw still tight, her eyes sharp and cutting through me, there was no forgiveness there, just fear, anger and a wall I couldn’t climb. Inside my wolf snarled, confused and pacing; she’s our mate, we’ve fucked her raw countless times, why’s she acting like this?
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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
