All Chapters of The Luna's Tattoos: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

OLIVIA’S POVThe silence in the car was deafening. I sat with my head tilted against the window, watching the scenery blur as we drove past. My chest felt hollow, my mind replaying the events of the morning on a loop. Lucien’s cold words echoed in my head, each syllable stabbing deeper into my heart. He wanted me gone. Again. Three months ago, I thought I’d come to terms with him pushing me away, but this? This was worse. This time, I had seen a glimpse of him—the real him, the one who held me so tenderly, who whispered my name like it was sacred. And yet, just as quickly, he’d locked that part of himself away, shutting me out as if I were a threat. Tears welled in my eyes as I leaned further into the glass. Why was he doing this to me? Why did fate find joy in ripping me apart? I hated how much I cared, how much I felt for him despite everything. Admitting it to myself felt like succumbing to a sickness, but it was the truth. I felt safe in his hands, I felt like a child without an

LUCIEN’S POVThe house was quiet when I returned from the woods. Too quiet. The type of silence that settles in after a storm but just before the next wave hits.I pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit hallway. The faint scent of lavender and vanilla—Nana’s favorite candles—lingered in the air, but it did little to calm the whirlwind inside me. The long hours of solitude I had spent in the woods had done nothing to ease the weight pressing against my chest. As I made my way to the living room, I saw her pacing. Nana, in her floral night robe, barefoot on the carpet, worry etched into every line of her face. Her hands wrung together nervously, her eyes darting to the clock on the wall every few seconds. When she noticed me, her steps faltered, and relief swept across her features.“Lucien,” she whispered, her voice trembling.I forced a smile and rubbed my face with my palm, trying to mask the turmoil bubbling beneath the surface. “Why are you still up, Nana?”She shook he

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

ALARIC’S POVI stood in the middle of my room, shirtless, the cold air brushing against my skin, but I barely felt it. The full moon cast a pale glow over the vast room, it’s light illuminating the faint scars on my chest, each one a reminder of a past I could never escape. The champagne glass in my hand was nearly empty, the coolness of the crystal grounding me as I stared out of the massive window. The city lights flickered in the distance, a deceptive beauty that mocked the darkness within me.As the alcohol slid down my throat, bitter and sharp, my mind drifted—no, it was yanked—back to that night. The night that shattered everything. The house had been eerily silent when I returned, an unnatural stillness that made my wolf stir uneasily. The scent of blood hit me first—thick, metallic, suffocating. I remember how my steps faltered, my heart pounding in my chest as I pushed the door open.They were everywhere. My family. My brothers. My mother. My father. Their bodies lay sprawle

OLIVIA’S POVThe kitchen was silent except for the sound of my shallow breaths. My body remained sprawled on the cold granite countertop, damp with sweat and stained by what had just transpired. The stillness pressed against my chest, but I didn’t move. Not yet.Damon’s voice came from somewhere in the haze. “Damn it, Olivia…” he muttered under his breath, low and gravelly. His tone was laced with regret, his words spiraling into curses as he stepped away from me. “I… I didn’t mean to—”He was pacing now, his hands raking through his hair as though he could pull the guilt straight out of his skull. “I shouldn’t have done that… shouldn’t have let myself…” His voice trailed off into something barely audible. I stayed still, staring up at the ceiling. The chandelier above swayed faintly, the soft glow of its light casting intricate patterns that felt too delicate for the mess we had just created. Damon’s rambling felt like a distant echo, like waves breaking against a shore too far away