All Chapters of The Luna's Tattoos: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DAIKI POVDamon stepped into the house, the echo of his polished shoes against the marble floor carrying a restless rhythm. The sound faded abruptly as he bent down near the door, brushing specks of dust off his sleek black shoes and muttering something under his breath. I stood quietly by the hallway, observing him as he kicked off the shoes and slid into his usual dark flip-flops.It was rare to see Damon looking anything but composed. Tonight, though, his normally pristine appearance was disrupted—a faint wrinkle in his shirt, his tie loosened and hanging carelessly around his neck. His hair, typically styled to perfection, was slightly disheveled, and there was a tension in his shoulders that made him seem heavier than usual, Luke he was carrying the weight of the world on his back. “Rough night?” I asked, stepping out of the shadows.Damon glanced up at me, the sharpness in his gray eyes softening momentarily before he shrugged off his suit jacket and handed it to me without a w

OLIVIA POV I woke to the sound of dripping water echoing in the darkness. My head throbbed as though someone had driven spikes through my temples, and my limbs felt as heavy as lead. The sharp sting of wolfsbane coursed through my veins, dulling every connection I had to Aria. “Where am I?” The air was damp, carrying the scent of mildew, rust, and something metallic—blood. I blinked, trying to adjust to the faint light seeping through the cracks of a door. Chains rattled as I shifted, and my heart sank when I realized my wrists were bound above my head. “Aria?” I whispered, desperate for any sign of her. But the silence in my mind was deafening. The memories hit me in fragments: Ben’s knock on the window, the figures in the shadows, their hands grabbing me, the sharp sting of the injection. I remembered fighting, my wolf surging forward, but it hadn’t been enough. A sharp clinking sound pulled me from my thoughts. The door creaked open, and I instinctively tensed. Two men

OLIVIA POVThe sound of footsteps echoed outside the door, faint at first but growing louder with each step. My pulse quickened. I froze, my breathing shallow as I strained to listen.Hurry, Olivia. Just a little more.The footsteps stopped, and I heard the faint creak of the door as it began to open.Not yet. Not yet.I pushed my toes forward, brushing against the jagged shard on the floor. My muscles burned as I stretched further, hooking it with the tips of my toes. Slowly, carefully, I pulled it closer.The door swung open, and I snapped my head up. Another man stood there, his frame filling the doorway, a cruel smirk twisting his features. His dark eyes scanned me like a predator sizing up his prey.It felt like he was superior to the first bald man that walked in earlier with that nasty smirk on his face. As if reading his body language the bald man nodded leaving the room.“Well, I see you’re not trying to be comfortable,” he said, stepping inside. “Still trying to play games,

VLADIMIR POVThe night’s chill bit at my skin as I fled through the dense forest, the crunch of dead leaves beneath my boots masking the sound of my labored breaths. The moon, full and luminous, mocked me from above. Her light spilled through the canopy like the sneer of a silent enemy.They had ruined everything.I leapt over a fallen log, my muscles burning from the exertion. My body screamed at me to stop, to rest, but I couldn’t afford the luxury of weakness. Not now. Not when my enemies had already proven they were more relentless than I had anticipated. My hand shot out to grip a low-hanging branch for balance, but I miscalculated. A sharp splinter jabbed into my palm, and I hissed, more out of frustration than pain. Blood welled from the wound, dripping onto the forest floor, but I didn’t stop.Not until I was far enough away.The memory of their interference burned in my mind. Lucien, the Alpha and a Lycan—a beast born of power and wrath. Damon, the Alpha, with sharp instinct

Lucien’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating. Damon's eyes were fixed on me, expectant yet probing. I could feel his presence like an iron grip around my chest, demanding answers I wasn’t ready to give. His question hung in the air like a guillotine, and the weight of his gaze bore into me.“When did Olivia get the Mate Tattoo?” he asked again, his voice low, controlled, but edged with an undercurrent of something dangerous.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, leaning back with an exaggerated exhale to buy myself time. The sharp sting from the wound Vladimir left on my ribs wasn’t helping my focus. My shirt was soaked with blood, and Damon’s attempt to speed up my recovery process by summoning his Alpha trait had been helpful. But none of that mattered right now.How was I supposed to explain this without exposing everything? I glanced at Damon from the corner of my eye. He was standing near the doorway, his posture rigid as he awaited my response. I could tell he already ha