All Chapters of The Luna's Tattoos: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

BEN’S POVI set my phone facedown on the nightstand, Olivia’s name still flickering in my thoughts. The call had been quick, my response hurried and dismissive, but her voice had lingered. There was something in the way she said my name—something unsteady, like she was holding herself together by the thinnest thread.But she was with Damon. Damon could handle it, right? He always has a way of solving problems right, I mean he could be a bit responsible like Lucien and help pull her out of her head when it gets too noisy. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if she was really okay.“Ben,” Aslaug’s voice was a soft growl, pulling me back into the moment. Her arms slipped around my waist, her fingers splaying across my bare chest as she pressed herself against my back. “Where did you just go?” “I’m here,” I said, though my tone lacked conviction. She moved around me, her long, crimson hair cascading over one shoulder as she tilted her head to study me. Her eyes—those piercing green eyes t

OLIVIA’S POVI woke up to the soft light of the morning creeping into the room. For a second, I thought I had dreamed everything. The heated exchange of passion with Damon, the confusion, the silent tension that followed—it all felt like fragments of an overactive imagination. But as I stirred, the soreness in my limbs and the lingering scent of him on my clothes from last night made it clear that it had all been real.Last night had been intense. One moment, I was a tangled mess of desire in his arms, the next, I was left alone in a bed too big and too cold. He’d retreated, and I’d been too proud to chase after him. Rolling out of bed, I padded over to the window and looked outside. The sun was high, its warmth doing little to thaw the unease in my chest. Something felt off about the morning. There was no noise coming from downstairs—no clatter of plates, no faint hum of the housekeeper tidying up. I slipped into a loose sweater and headed downstairs, half-expecting to find the ho

BEN’S POVThe voicemail had shaken me to my core.Olivia’s voice—usually so steady, so confident—had cracked with fear, each word trembling with desperation. Even now, standing in Lucien’s living room with Aslaug by my side, the memory of her voice haunted me.“Ben, it’s me,” she had said, the urgency in her time chilling. “Damon is taking me somewhere. He says I’m not safe here, but he won’t tell me why. I’m scared, and I don’t know what to do. Please, come find me.” My best friend was in danger. And I wasn’t there for her. I had failed her once last night when I cut our call short. My mate’s soft laugh in the background had reminded me how late it was, how Olivia was safe with Damon. I hadn’t even let her state her reason for calling before I told her I’d call her back later. Now, my heart twisted with guilt at the thought of how alone she must have felt. Lucien stood by the window, his phone pressed to his ear, his expression thunderous. I could feel the weight of his emotions i

ALARIC’S POVThe morning light bled through the cracks in the heavy curtains of my office, casting faint golden streaks against the stone walls. The room smelled of cedarwood and leather, a scent I had come to associate with both comfort and control. I leaned back in the worn leather chair, shirtless, my bare chest exposed to the cool air. My eyes were fixed on the small locket I held in my hands, its delicate chain looped around my fingers. The locket was old, tarnished with age, but the image inside was as sharp as the day it had been placed there. My parents—stoic and proud—stood side by side, their eyes carrying the weight of the world, just as mine did now. I wondered if they’d be proud of the man I had become or disgusted by the blood that now stained my hands. I closed my eyes, running my thumb over the locket’s edge. For years, I had built this empire, piece by piece, clawing my way out of obscurity and into power. I had lived in the shadows, orchestrating chaos from afar, m

DAMON’S POVThe grand hall was filled with a heavy silence after Olivia’s question, her wide eyes darting between us, searching for answers we weren’t willing to give. She wanted to know why she was here, why I had taken her, why no one would explain anything.Too bad for her.I leaned back against the edge of the table, watching her with an impassive stare, arms crossed over my chest. The truth she wanted so desperately would never pass my lips. I wasn’t about to expose my brother’s existence, not when I had spent years ensuring the world believed he was dead.Daiki shifted beside me, shooting me a questioning glance, as if asking if I was really going to ignore her completely. I was, but I didn’t have to. Because the moment Olivia opened her mouth to demand answers again, a voice shattered through the hall.“Olivia!”The raw desperation in that voice made my jaw twitch.Lucien.The sound of his boots pounding against the floor echoed through the castle as he ran toward the room, hi