บททั้งหมดของ The Luna's Tattoos: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Olivia’s POVI couldn’t shake the unease as I sat at the long dining table, my eyes flicking over the plates and cutlery I had spent the morning arranging. The table was fit for royalty, adorned with polished silverware and a centerpiece of fresh flowers. Everything looked perfect, yet there was a tension in the air that made my wolf stir uncomfortably.Lucien sat at the head of the table, his face unusually pale. He hadn’t said much since Nana bustled in to tell him his family was on the way. Now, his jaw was clenched, his fingers tapping an erratic rhythm against his thigh.He was nervous.It didn’t take long for me to figure out why. The moment the door opened, the weight in the air doubled.Archimedes.Lucien’s father swept into the room like he owned not just the house but the very ground we stood on. Tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating authority, he commanded attention without uttering a word. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back, and his piercing gray eyes scanned the ro

Olivia’s POVThe drive continued in silence. Lucien was unusually quiet, his gaze distant as he stared out the window. It wasn’t like him to retreat into himself, and it left me restless. The hormones coursing through me certainly weren’t helping. My wolf was practically snarling for attention, pushing me to focus on him in ways I didn’t have the capacity to handle right now. I couldn’t stop the glances I stole in his direction. The broad set in his shoulders, the sharp jawline that twitched occasionally, as though he was grinding his teeth. Everything about him screamed tension. And I felt it, deep in the pit of my stomach. That hot, searing warmth that spiraled downward and settled inconveniently in places I had no business thinking about. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I tried to shake the feeling. But it only grew worse. My breathing grew shallow, and the wetness in between my legs only added to my embarrassment.“Damn it!” I cursed out loud before I could stop mysel

Olivia’s POV“What tattoo?”The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. I stared at Lucien, confusion knotting my brows. He was now standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed in that brooding way of his.“You’ve got a tattoo,” he said again, pointing at my shoulder. I shook my head, scoffing. “Hell no, I don’t. I didn’t get a tattoo.” My voice was firm, but the slight sting on my shoulder told a different story. “I hate tattoos, Lucien. You know that better than anyone else.”Lucien’s gaze didn’t waver. “Are you sure?”I rolled my eyes. “Of course I’m sure! I would’ve noticed if someone had randomly tattooed me, don’t you think? Besides you saw me this morning… almost bare, did I look like a tattooed mate?”He took a step closer, his gaze dipping to my shoulder. “Then explain this.”Before I could reply, he reached out, pulling my dress to the side slightly to expose my bare skin. My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he

Damon POVThe atmosphere in the private room was electric, the tension crackling like a storm about to break. I carried the redhead effortlessly, her legs locked tightly around my waist, her body pinned between me and the cold, unyielding wall.Her breath hitched as my hands gripped her thighs firmly, my strength a tangible force she couldn’t help but marvel at. She tilted her head back, her lips parting in a sultry grin.“Oh, feisty,” she purred, her voice dripping with anticipation. I love a dominant Alpha.”My gaze was sharp and unrelenting, my commanding presence silencing the room. My voice, low and rough, cut through the air. “You know the rules,” I growled. “Do not touch me.”Her grin widened, a flicker of defiance lighting her eyes, but she nodded, sauntered closer, her hips swaying with calculated allure. She stopped just short of them, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. “And what do you want, Mr. Alpha?” she asked, her voice like honeyed velvet. “What are your ne

Olivia POVThe quiet hum of the room was a comfort, the kind of silence that let my thoughts breathe but also threatened to suffocate me if I lingered too long. My fingers trailed over the strange tattoo on my collar bone, tracing its intricate patterns for what felt like the thousandth time. The ink shimmered faintly, even in the dim light streaming from the bedside lamp. It was beautiful, haunting, and utterly infuriating. It throbbed, a dull ache that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. Like it was alive. Like it had a purpose I wasn’t privy to.What does it even mean? I sighed, dragging my nails softly across the design, frustration bubbling beneath my skin.“I wouldn’t bother. It’s not coming off, no matter how much you stare at it,” Aria’s voice rang through my head, her tone clipped and indifferent.My wolf. Silent for years, yet now she decided to speak?“Look who’s finally decided to grace me with her presence,” I muttered aloud, my tone laced with sarcasm.Aria snorted. Don’t