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Chapter 35: A Fractured Alliance

Author: Nancy's Best
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-12-21 06:04:45

LUCIEN POV

We’ve arrived at the clearing, my heart beating with fear and panic. The area smelled of chaos. Damon’s pacing filled the space with sharp, deliberate movements, his boots scuffing against the floor with each step. Ben stood by the window, his hands gripping the still so tightly I thought he’d snap in two. And me? I could barely breathe.

My heart was a ticking time bomb in my chest, threatening to explode with every passing second. The bond between Olivia and me wasn’t severed, but it was faint—so faint I could barely feel her presence. It was like staring at a star that was slowly disappearing into the void.

“Stop pacing,” I growled, my voice rough, strained:

Damon froze, his piercing gaze locking onto me. “Then do something!” he snapped. “Because right now, all I see is a weakling sitting there while your mate is out there with Vladimir of all villains.”

The words cut deeper than any blade.

“You think I don’t know that?” I walked to him, the sound of my boot scraping a
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  • The Luna's Tattoos   Chapter 36: The Fight Within

    OLIVIA POVThe sound of footsteps echoed outside the door, faint at first but growing louder with each step. My pulse quickened. I froze, my breathing shallow as I strained to listen.Hurry, Olivia. Just a little more.The footsteps stopped, and I heard the faint creak of the door as it began to open.Not yet. Not yet.I pushed my toes forward, brushing against the jagged shard on the floor. My muscles burned as I stretched further, hooking it with the tips of my toes. Slowly, carefully, I pulled it closer.The door swung open, and I snapped my head up. Another man stood there, his frame filling the doorway, a cruel smirk twisting his features. His dark eyes scanned me like a predator sizing up his prey.It felt like he was superior to the first bald man that walked in earlier with that nasty smirk on his face. As if reading his body language the bald man nodded leaving the room.“Well, I see you’re not trying to be comfortable,” he said, stepping inside. “Still trying to play games,

    Huling Na-update : 2024-12-22

  • The Luna's Tattoos   Chapter 37: Clash of Titans

    DAMON POVThe door creaked as Lucien pushed it open, the faint scent of blood and decay hitting us like a freight train. I stepped in behind him, my senses sharpening as the suffocating air wrapped around us. The darkness inside the cabin was thick, almost alive, and I could feel it gnawing at the edges of my control.We had walked into a trap.The flicker of movement in the shadows confirmed my suspicions. Rogues—filthy, desperate wolves—emerged from the corners of the room, their twisted forms barely resembling the once-proud wolves they might have been. Their snarls filled the space, low and menacing, but I wasn’t intimidated.Lucien stepped forward, his broad shoulders tense, his fists clenched at his sides. His presence was commanding, his Lycan aura a storm of power that made the rogues hesitate for a fraction of a second. But then, like the rabid creatures they were, they lunged.The room exploded into chaos.Lucien shifted first, his bones cracking and reshaping as his wolf er

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  • 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

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  • 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

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  • 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

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  • 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

    Huling Na-update : 2024-12-27

  • 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

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  • 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.

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  • The Luna's Tattoos   Chapter 77: Ghosts from the Past

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  • The Luna's Tattoos   Chapter 75: Haunted Shadows

    DAMON’S POV The world was drenched in blood. I stood frozen, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I stared at the body before me. Olivia. Her lifeless eyes stared at the sky, her throat slashed open, her body limp on the cold, stone ground. Blood pooled around her, dark and endless, the scent of it thick in the air.My hands trembled. My knees buckled.“No… no, no, no—” A slow, mocking chuckle echoed around me. I forced myself to look up. Alaric stood there, his hands stained red, his golden eyes glinting with satisfaction. He smirked as he tilted his head, admiring his work. “Isn’t this what you deserve, big brother?” His voice was smooth, almost amused. He stepped over Olivia’s body like she was nothing but discarded trash. I couldn’t move. My legs felt like lead, my lungs burning with the effort to breathe. “You took everything from me,” Alaric continued, circling me like a predator playing with its prey. “Did you really think you’d get to keep something for yourself?” H

  • The Luna's Tattoos   Chapter 74: The Nightmare Arose

    OLIVIA’S POVThe ride home from Blackbeard Pack was painfully silent. Damon drove, his hands firm on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched as if lost in thought. I sat beside him, staring out the window, letting the passing trees blur together. My mind was still stuck on everything that had happened back there—the tension, the revelations, the way Lucien had barely even looked at me before storming off. I hated that look in his eyes.Disappointment. Anger. Possession. He hadn’t even given me the chance to explain, but then again, what was there to explain? He knew what happened. He saw the mark, the change in my tattoo. There was no justifying what had already been done. And worst of all, I couldn’t even bring myself to regret it. That was the worst part—the part that made me feel like the lowest kind of person. I wasn’t supposed to crave Damon. I wasn’t supposed to have wanted him the way I did. But last night, every rational thought had melted away the moment he touched me.N

  • The Luna's Tattoos   Chapter 73: Possession and Pride

    LUCIEN’S POVThe drive home was a blur. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white, and my jaw was clenched hard enough to crack my teeth. The streetlights flickered past, but I barely noticed them. All I could see—all I could think about—was Olivia.And him. Damon.I exhaled sharply, forcing my breathing to stay even. It didn’t work. The rage coiled inside me like a living thing, twisting and tightening in my chest, threatening to suffocate me.She had been mine. She was mine. For three years, she had been my wife. Three years of shared nights, of whispered secrets, of tangled sheets, soft gasps in the dark and loud moans in the kitchen. And now, after just four months apart, another man had touched her. Another man had claimed her. I shook my head, trying to push the thought away. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. But Zephyr, my lycan, had other ideas. “You’re a fool if you think you can forget.” I gritted my teeth. I don’t want to talk

  • The Luna's Tattoos   Chapter 72: Shadows From the Past

    DAMON’S POVThe evening air was thick with tension, the weight of everything that had transpired pressing down on me like a boulder. I could still hear Olivia’s soft cries in the distance, muffled but persistent, curling through the air like a ghost refusing to leave. But I didn’t turn around. Not yet. I made my way toward Daiki, his expression neutral, but I could tell by the way his arms were crossed and the way his jaw tightened that he had questions. And I knew exactly what they were. The moment I stepped beside him, he wasted no time.“How did you know?” he asked, his voice low but firm.I let out a slow breath, glancing around to ensure no one was too close before answering. “Because I know Alaric.”Daiki narrowed his eyes. “And that means?” I turned my gaze to him, watching the way his brows furrowed, the way his stance shifted slightly—he was skeptical, and I didn’t blame him. “Alaric doesn’t like his operations to be messy,” I said, tucking my hands into my pockets. “He d

  • The Luna's Tattoos   Chapter 71: Shattered Threads

    OLIVIA’S POVLucien was leaving. He was really leaving me behind to be here with Damon. My breath hitched as I watched him walk away, his broad shoulders tense, his strides full of purpose—full of pain. I could feel it, radiating off him like a storm waiting to break. My heart pounded in my chest, my legs trembling as I took a step forward, instinctively reaching out for him. I had to stop him.I had to explain to him that whatever he thinks happened between Damon and me last night was caused by loneliness. I surged forward, but before I could take another step, a strong hand wrapped around my arm, yanking me back with force.“Let me go!” I hissed, twisting against the grip, my voice filled with desperation.Damon. He held me effortlessly, his fingers firm yet unbothered, as if my struggle meant nothing to him. His golden eyes gleamed with something unreadable, something sharp that sliced into me like a dagger. “There’s no need to run after him,” he said, his voice infuriatingly

  • The Luna's Tattoos   Chapter 70: The Mark of Betrayal

    LUCIEN’S POVThe noon air was sharp against my skin, biting, relentless. But I welcomed the sting. Anything to distract me from the fury clawing its way through my chest.I gripped the stone railing of the balcony, my knuckles whitening as I stared out into the vast stretch of land beyond Blackbeard Pack. The sky was dull, heavy with thick clouds that threatened a storm. Fitting. Because inside me, a storm was already raging. Zephyr, my Lycan, was restless. It paced in my mind, snarling, barely contained beneath my skin. The beast had been pushing against the edges of my control since I stepped into this cursed castle, and after what had just happened with Damien, it was closer to breaking free than ever.I exhaled sharply, trying to steady myself.Damien knew something. He always did. He was too calm, too composed. And now, after all that talk of Olivia being in danger, he was suddenly claiming she was safe? What did he mean by that? Did he know who was going to attack?It didn’t s

  • The Luna's Tattoos   Chapter 69: Breaking Point

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