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Chapter 27: Shadows of An Alpha
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The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 55: A Night Away
DAMON’S POV The taste of her lips caught me off guard—a heady mix of salt and sweetness that sent my thoughts spiraling. One second, I was rooted in disbelief, and the next, her soft hands were gripping my collar, pulling me closer, tethering me to the moment I wasn’t prepared for. “Help me get my mind off things,” she whispered, her voice trembling yet determined, her lips hovering inches from mine. My body froze, but my wolf roared in approval, clawing at the confines of my mind. Mate. She’s ours. Take her. I pulled back just enough to search her face, my breath uneven. “Olivia… are you sure?” My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. Her eyes met mine—those deep, stormy eyes that always held so much pain, but now, they flickered with something else. Desire. “Yes.” She didn’t hesitate. Her voice was resolute, but the vulnerability in her expression cracked something inside me.I couldn’t fight it anymore. My restraint, my logic, my carefully constructed walls—they all crumbled
The Luna's Tattoos Chapter 54: Olivia’s Awakening
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