Semua Bab The Luna's Tattoos: Bab 121 - Bab 130

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

OLIVIA’S POV I stepped out the front door, the morning air cool against my skin, my slippers scuffing the porch boards I turned toward the side of the house. The roof sloped low here with a ladder bolted to the wall, its rungs weathered but sturdy, leading up to the flat stretch above the garage. I gripped the metal, came under my palms, and climbed, my breaths puffing white, my legs steady despite the tremor still lingering from Damien’s hands and his weight, his voice thick with something I couldn’t unhear. The shingles rasped under my soles as I settled near the edge, my hands bracing beside me, my knees bent, my feet dangling free, swinging slow over the drop.The world stretched quiet below—trees swaying faintly, their leaves gold and red, the yard still, the house a hulking shadow at my back. I stared out, my mind spinning, replaying it—Damien’s grip, his eyes wild, pinning me to the bed, my tears hot, my voice begging. “What the hell was that for? Why would he do it? What the

DAMIEN’S POV I stood in the woods, my boots planted in the damp earth, the phone pressed hard against my ear, my voice tight as I spoke into the silence. “Lucien. Olivia is missing.” The line stayed quiet, no breath, no sound, just a void stretching long, my pulse thudding loud in my skull. I shifted, my free hand flexing, my eyes scanning the trees, their shadows swaying in the late afternoon light. “Hello? You there?”A rustle came through, faint, then his voice, low and sharp. “What happened? How’d she go missing? Where were you?”I swallowed, my throat dry, my gaze dropping to the ground—to the red ribbon lying crumpled in the dirt, her bow, the one she’d worn that morning, its edges frayed. “She was in the house with me. Then suddenly she said she needed air and then she went to the roof. I stepped out to check on her and she wasn’t there. I looked in the garden, around the yard, and I found nothing, so I trailed her scent into the woods. I found her ribbon.” I crouched, my fing

LUCIEN’S POV I stood in the center of Damien’s living room, my boots rooted to the hardwood floor, the faint creak of the boards under my weight the only sound breaking the heavy silence. The air carried a stale mix of whiskey and sweat, the bottle Damien had been nursing earlier still perched on the coffee table, its amber contents catching the dim glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through the glass walls. My arms stayed crossed tight over my chest, my jacket creaking as I shifted, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. Damien paced near the fireplace, his dark hair a mess from his hands raking through it, his face pale, his eyes red and glassy from the tears he’d scrubbed away before I arrived. Daiki lounged against the doorframe, his broad shoulders slouched, his dark eyes flicking between us, while Mayor Larry sat stiffly on the couch, his gray coat unbuttoned, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on his knee, his sharp gaze darting to the window every few seconds.Th

DAMIEN’S POV I stood in the middle of my living room, my boots scuffing the hardwood, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, my chest heaving as Alaric’s voice echoed in my skull—Hello, brother, I’ve got your woman. Come find me, or she dies. The phone call had ended minutes ago, the speaker’s crackle fading to silence, but Olivia’s screams lingered, raw and desperate, clawing at my insides. My heart pounded, my vision blurring at the edges, my mind a storm of rage and fear. She was with him—Alaric, my brother, his hate a blade honed for years, now pressed to her throat. I saw her face, her amber eyes, her dark hair, her soft laugh—and then imagined his hands on her, his sneer, his cruelty, and my stomach twisted, bile rising hot in my throat.Lucien stood across from me, his broad frame blocking the door, his arms crossed, his dark eyes steady but hard. Daiki lingered near the couch, his bulk shifting as he watched us, while Mayor Larry paced by the window, his gray coat flapping