All Chapters of The Luna's Tattoos: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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

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

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

LUCIEN’S POV The water was still, the air thick with the scent of chlorine. I leaned against the edge of the pool, my head tilted back, eyes closed, letting the silence wrap around me.It had been this way since dawn.I had woken up feeling… heavy. The weight of three days ago, of him pressing against my chest like a stone.My younger brother.I had seen him.For years, I had buried that part of my life, convinced myself that whatever had been left of my human past had long withered away. But that image of three days ago in the woods had proven that fate had once again ripped open my broken heart again like an unhealed wound. Did my parents ever see me in his eyes? Did they ever look at him and wonder if I was still out there, alive, breathing? Or had they given up? Had they accepted that I was lost to them forever?A bitter exhale left my lips, my fingers gripping the pool’s edge. I had wanted to go back, to find them, to let them know I was alive. But for years. I couldn’t.Fir

LUCIEN’S POVThe water clung to Olivia’s skin, droplets chasing each other down her bare shoulders as she crossed her arms over her chest. The afternoon sunlight turned her damp skin gold, but my focus was elsewhere—on the bikini top that had vanished somewhere in the pool’s depths. I had searched from the corner of my eyes, scanned every ripple, but it was gone.I couldn’t remember where I’d discarded it when I took it off from her body earlier. There was no way I would let her go back into the house naked. She shifted, hugging herself tighter. “Lucien—” “I’ve got you,” I said, stepping toward her. Her eyes flickered with hesitation, but she didn’t move away when I closed the space between us. Gently, I reached for her, sliding an arm around her waist, feeling the heat of her against my skin. Her breath hitched as I lifted her, her legs parting instinctively to wrap around my waist. The moment she locked her ankles behind me, something primal stirred in my chest. Her body molded