All Chapters of The Luna's Tattoos: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

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

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.

NANA POV:The banging had stopped. I pressed my ear against the heavy oak door, my heart in my throat as I strained to hear even the faintest sound. But all I got was silence—a terrifying, suffocating silence that made my skin crawl.“Lucien!” I shouted again, pounding my fists against the door. “Please, open up! I can help you, I swear!”But I knew better.This wasn’t the first time. I had witnessed his curse consume him like this before. Yet each time, it felt like a blade piercing deeper into my chest. He never let anyone in, even when it meant he’d tear himself apart trying to fight it. I stood there for a moment longer, my forehead pressed against the cold wood, my breaths shaky. “Please…” I whispered, my voice cracking.Nothing.I clenched my fists and stepped back, panic clawing at me. He needed me, and yet he wouldn’t let me near him. I couldn’t stand idly by, knowing what he was going through behind that door. The guttural pain , the darkness clawing at his mind, the violen