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Chapter 24: The Bond That Ties Us
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The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 25: The Mayor’s Call
Damon’s POV It started with a ring. Sharp, abrupt, and annoyingly persistent. I groaned, rolling over to swat at my phone on the nightstand. The light from the screen was blinding against the mid-day gloom in my room. Mayor? The name flashing across the screen wasn’t one I’d expected to see. My thumb hovered over the accept button for a second before I tapped it. “Mayor Larry,” I greeted, my voice thick from sleep. “Alpha,” his gravelly voice came through, low but urgent. “We need to talk. It’s about your brother.” Alaric. Of course, it was always about him. My jaw clenched, a familiar irritation bubbling to the surface. “What has he done now?” “I’d rather discuss this in person,” Larry replied, curt as ever. “Can you meet me today? Say in two hours time at the council chambers?” I sighed, running a hand through my messy hair. “I’ll be there.” The line went dead before I could say another word. Typical Larry. I tossed the phone back onto the nightstand and pushed myself out of b
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-11The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 26: The Mark of a Mate
Olivia’s POV“What tattoo?”The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. I stared at Lucien, confusion knotting my brows. He was now standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed in that brooding way of his.“You’ve got a tattoo,” he said again, pointing at my shoulder. I shook my head, scoffing. “Hell no, I don’t. I didn’t get a tattoo.” My voice was firm, but the slight sting on my shoulder told a different story. “I hate tattoos, Lucien. You know that better than anyone else.”Lucien’s gaze didn’t waver. “Are you sure?”I rolled my eyes. “Of course I’m sure! I would’ve noticed if someone had randomly tattooed me, don’t you think? Besides you saw me this morning… almost bare, did I look like a tattooed mate?”He took a step closer, his gaze dipping to my shoulder. “Then explain this.”Before I could reply, he reached out, pulling my dress to the side slightly to expose my bare skin. My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-13The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 27: Shadows of An Alpha
Damon POVThe rain always seemed heavier on days like these, drumming against the bond of my car as if nature itself knew the weight of what was coming. I pulled up into the dimly lit alley where I was scheduled to meet Mayor Larry, the poor excuse for a man who could barely hold his own against the sight of a shadow. The dimly lit alley was our “council chamber,” our very own meeting place. As I stepped out of the car, the sharp scent of wet asphalt mingled with the faint trace of fear lingering in the air. I didn’t need to see him to know he was already trembling—his heartbeat thrummed loud enough for me to hear even from a distance. I made my way down the narrow alley, my boots splashing through shallow puddles. The dim yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp cast jagged shadows on the brick walls. At the far end, I spotted Larry pacing nervously, his hands fidgeting with his coat buttons.“You’re late,” I said flatly, my voice cutting through the steady hum of the rain. He spun
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-13The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 28: The Alpha’s Rules
Damon POVThe atmosphere in the private room was electric, the tension crackling like a storm about to break. I carried the redhead effortlessly, her legs locked tightly around my waist, her body pinned between me and the cold, unyielding wall.Her breath hitched as my hands gripped her thighs firmly, my strength a tangible force she couldn’t help but marvel at. She tilted her head back, her lips parting in a sultry grin.“Oh, feisty,” she purred, her voice dripping with anticipation. I love a dominant Alpha.”My gaze was sharp and unrelenting, my commanding presence silencing the room. My voice, low and rough, cut through the air. “You know the rules,” I growled. “Do not touch me.”Her grin widened, a flicker of defiance lighting her eyes, but she nodded, sauntered closer, her hips swaying with calculated allure. She stopped just short of them, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. “And what do you want, Mr. Alpha?” she asked, her voice like honeyed velvet. “What are your ne
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-15The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 29: Interrupted Nights
Damon’s POVI leaned back in my chair, legs spread slightly, my stance daring as the two women knelt before me. The redhead’s firey grin paired with the burnette’s coy smirk sent a sharp thrill through me, but I didn’t move. Not yet. I had no intention of giving them what they hadn’t earned. “Now,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “Come show me how obedient you can be.”The redhead’s lips curved upward, her fingers lightly grazing the edge of my belt as she glanced at the brunette. “Let’s not keep him waiting, darling,” she purred, her voice dripping with mischief. The brunette giggled, but there was something more deliberate in her touch—a slow, deliberate glide of her hands over my waistband as her dark eyes lifted to meet mine. They were playing their parts perfectly, teasing, eager, and entirely at my mercy. As their fingers worked the buckle and pulled it free, I stayed silent, watching. They didn’t rush, not once. Every move was deliberate, a performance for me. The faint
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-16The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 30: The Mark That Binds
Olivia POVThe quiet hum of the room was a comfort, the kind of silence that let my thoughts breathe but also threatened to suffocate me if I lingered too long. My fingers trailed over the strange tattoo on my collar bone, tracing its intricate patterns for what felt like the thousandth time. The ink shimmered faintly, even in the dim light streaming from the bedside lamp. It was beautiful, haunting, and utterly infuriating. It throbbed, a dull ache that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. Like it was alive. Like it had a purpose I wasn’t privy to.What does it even mean? I sighed, dragging my nails softly across the design, frustration bubbling beneath my skin.“I wouldn’t bother. It’s not coming off, no matter how much you stare at it,” Aria’s voice rang through my head, her tone clipped and indifferent.My wolf. Silent for years, yet now she decided to speak?“Look who’s finally decided to grace me with her presence,” I muttered aloud, my tone laced with sarcasm.Aria snorted. Don’t
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-16The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 31: A Shadows at the Window
OLIVIA POVThe warmth of the water lingered on my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel snugly around me. Steam clouded the mirror above the sink, obscuring my reflection, but I could feel the lightness of my mood. Tonight was mine—my little rebellion. My little escape for the night to be with my number one rebel partner, Ben. I padded across the room toward my dresser, opening a jar of lotion. The subtle scent of vanilla filled the air as I trailed my fingers over my arms, rubbing the cream in absentmindedly. My gaze landed on the small mirror propped on the corner of the dresser, catching a glimpse of the intricate tattoo curling along my collarbone. The mark. My mark. With a soft smile, I turned to face the mirror more fully, letting the towel slip just enough to reveal the dark, swirling design etched into my skin. I traced the lines with my fingertip, marveling at how something so permanent could appear so delicate.“Two mates,” I murmured to myself, my lips
Huling Na-update : 2024-12-19The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 32: The Beginning of the End
DAIKI POVDamon stepped into the house, the echo of his polished shoes against the marble floor carrying a restless rhythm. The sound faded abruptly as he bent down near the door, brushing specks of dust off his sleek black shoes and muttering something under his breath. I stood quietly by the hallway, observing him as he kicked off the shoes and slid into his usual dark flip-flops.It was rare to see Damon looking anything but composed. Tonight, though, his normally pristine appearance was disrupted—a faint wrinkle in his shirt, his tie loosened and hanging carelessly around his neck. His hair, typically styled to perfection, was slightly disheveled, and there was a tension in his shoulders that made him seem heavier than usual, Luke he was carrying the weight of the world on his back. “Rough night?” I asked, stepping out of the shadows.Damon glanced up at me, the sharpness in his gray eyes softening momentarily before he shrugged off his suit jacket and handed it to me without a w
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The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 100: The Scent of Envy
ALARIC’S POVI lingered in the shadows across from Lucien’s estate, the crisp night air biting at my skin. My breath fogged in front of me, curling upward like smoke as I watched her—Olivia—slip out the front door. She moved with that infuriating grace, her dark hair swaying with each step, oblivious to the eyes tracking her every motion. For months, I’d studied her, memorized her routines, her little quirks. The way she tilted her head when she laughed, the way her lips parted when she sighed. She belonged to my brother, Damien, and that gnawed at me like a splinter under my nail. I didn’t need her the way he did. No, this was want—raw, jagged, and relentless.The streetlamp flickered above her as she turned down the path, her boots scuffing against the gravel. She wasn’t driving tonight, which threw me off. I’d expected the hum of her engine, the excuse to trail her from a distance in my car. Instead, she walked, hands stuffed in her pockets, her figure shrinking as she moved towar
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 99: Chains of the Moon
NATALIE’S POVI slumped against the cold stone wall, my wrists raw under the iron cuffs, the heavy chains clinking as I shifted. The air in the chamber stank of damp earth and rust, the flickering torchlight casting jagged shadows across the floor. My legs ached, bound at the ankles, the metal biting into my skin, and my body sagged, too weak to stand. Years—decades, maybe—had bled away in this pit, hidden deep in New Orleans, my strength siphoned, my life a fading ember. The cult had me, Vladimir’s brood, the Order of Selene, and they’d wrung me dry, my rare Thresh power feeding their goddess, keeping her alive while I withered.I tilted my head back, my matted hair sticking to my sweat-slicked neck, and stared at the ceiling, its cracks a map of my prison. I’d been the first alpha of the Thresh pack—female, fierce, a whisper among the nine aristocrat families. We were quiet, low-key, our wealth and influence tucked behind shadows, but our power was unmatched, a gift passed through o
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 98: Shadows of the Moon
ARCHIMEDES’ POVI sat at the edge of my desk, the evening shadows stretching long across the study, the flicker of the oil lamp casting a warm glow over the cluttered maps and journals. My fingers traced the rim of the whiskey glass, the amber liquid untouched, my mind too tangled to drink. A crumpled note lay beside it, delivered an hour ago by one of my scouts—Damien Fallenstar had stormed into Lucien’s mansion that morning, stayed till dusk, his face carved with urgency. They didn’t know why, couldn’t guess what dragged him there, but I felt it, a ripple in the web I’d spun many years ago, tugging at threads I thought I’d buried.I leaned back, the leather chair creaking under my weight, my graying hair catching the light as I rubbed my temples. Lucien—my son, not by blood but by bond—hadn’t crossed my path in too long, his life a storm I’d only glimpsed through whispers. Damien showing up there, unannounced, frantic—it gnawed at me, a puzzle I couldn’t leave unsolved. I knew Dam
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 97: Coffee and Confessions
OLIVIA’S POV I leaned against the bedroom doorframe, my arms crossed, watching Dad sip his water, his gray eyes softer than I’d seen in years. The afternoon light spilled through the window, dusting his salt-and-pepper hair with gold, and my chest warmed, a knot unraveling. We’d talked for hours—really talked—about Mom, about Claire, about the mess between us. He’d kicked Claire out, her affairs with Vladimir and half the council finally snapping his patience. More than that, he’d been hunting Mom all this time, years before I’d demanded it, chasing her shadow since the night she vanished from their bed. Relief washed through me, sharp and sweet—he hadn’t forgotten her, hadn’t stopped caring, despite the hate I’d thought he aimed at me. It wasn’t hate, he’d said, his voice cracking—it was her face in mine, her laugh in my laugh, tearing him open every time he looked at me. He’d thought she’d abandoned us, but now he saw it—something bigger, something hidden, had stolen her away. We’
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 96: Booze and Banter
DAMIEN’S POV I slumped onto the rooftop floor beside Lucien, my back against the railing, the cold concrete biting through my suit. The champagne glass dangled in my hand, half-empty, and I stared at it, the bubbles fizzing like the mess in my head. Lucien sprawled next to me, his shirt unbuttoned joggers wrinkles, looking just as wrecked. We’d spilled it all—me begging him to take Olivia, him shoving her back at me—and now we sat, two alphas stumped, no clue how to dodge the heartbreak we’d dump on her if we both bailed.“Refill,” I muttered, tipping my glass toward the bottle between us.Lucien snorted, grabbing it, sloshing more into his own glass first. “You’re a lightweight, Fallenstar. Already slurring?”“Fuck off,” I shot back, smirking as he poured mine, the liquid splashing over the rim. “You’re the one swaying.”He grinned, sloppy and wide, and took a swig, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “What the hell do we do, man? Can’t both ditch her—she’d be a damn joke. L
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 95: Tangled Bonds and Silent Sacrifices
LUCIEN’S POV I stood at the kitchen counter, the early morning light spilling through the window, glinting off the coffee mug in my hand. The house was quiet, too quiet, the kind of stillness that pressed against my chest. Olivia was upstairs with her father, Alpha Aaron—had been since he showed up yesterday, his face carved with grief I knew too well. I’d caught their voices late last night, soft and strained, threading through walls. It warmed me, seeing her with him, the rift between them softening after years of jagged edges over Natalie’s disappearance. I’d known her ache for her mother since our marriage—three years of whispered hopes she’d let slip in the dark, her greatest wish a ghost I’d chased for her in secret. Every lead I’d followed—old pack trails, human towns, whispered rumors—crumbled to nothing, a void I couldn’t fill. I’d stopped years ago, convinced Natalie was dead, but I’d never told her, couldn’t bear to snuff out that flicker in her eyes.I sipped the coffee,
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 94: Ashes and Accusations
DAMIEN’S POVI gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles whitening as the engine purred beneath me, the road stretching toward the burial ground. The black suit clung to me, sharp and tailored, the fabric cool against my skin despite the heat rising in my chest. My hair fell forward, one strand brushing my eye, and I left it there, a shield against the world I was about to face. Daiki’s voice rang in my ears from earlier, his broad hand on my shoulder, his tone urgent. “You don’t have to go, Master Damien. Pay your respects quiet—here, at home. They’ll tear you apart out there.”I’d shrugged him off, my jaw tight, and climbed into the car anyway. The Hales deserved more than silence. Thomas had dragged me from the woods at sixteen, blood-soaked and half-dead, my family’s slaughter still wet on my hands. Elena had stitched my wounds, fed me, their home a refuge when the packs turned their backs. I owed them this, even if it meant facing the fire. The clearing came into view, a somber c
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.
The 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,
