THE LUNA'S TATTOOS

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rly snapped my neck in two with a gut-wrenching blow a

ods again, the occasional periods where his wolf starts to lose control and he tears u

ain cup in my hands hit the ground, sha

ribs knocking the air out of me. I gasped as I struggled to brea

balled, eyebrows scrunched in seething anger. Each blow punctuated his lupine rage; he

right here, right now; he

silently, but he wa

going to die in this pathetic manner; I wasn't going

s fists to hit my face again, I lashed out in fury, slashing across hi

ounded eye, a deep bleeding gash running f

ear as his mind back to normalcy, his face conto

he winced, " I didn

muscles rippling beneath his skin as if alive and being drawn by an unseen force. He dropped

t for it; I bolted as fast as I could out of the room, a

ered face, her frowns deepening as she handed me a s

thick silence punctuated only by my wincing and th

en and discolored, not only from today's surge of beatings but from two years of regul

eft," Nana groaned as she wiped th

is dead, you know that; my father probably doesn't care, and my stepmo

for you to have a life, "she snorted as she leaned agai

divorced since you know how shameful getting divorce

er die at his hands?

ault; all Lycans

going to lose control and snap your neck one o

," I smiled slightly,

nths; you could find someone else,"

up bonding with someone wor

lf; you would be happy, "she said," like I was." she raised her sk

tired of my presence and married me off to Lucien, an unbou

t would change; my mate probably do

tchen, Nana flinched at the sound of him cle

onger bleeding but the scar remained there, ruining his face. M

fore muttering, "Your father's

fa

me since my marriage with Lucien, since the first time Lucien had lost control, he n

as something either v

ing Lucien out of the kitchen, the pass

is study room, he turned back sharply

in," he said quietly, his hands nerv

ding", I sighed as I s

ked me over. Lucien slinked to a corn

ontrol yet again ", he rasped as he turned

Lucien, who looked away for some weird reason. I w

lowed n

inued, "Attacking an Aristocraté is forbidden no matter what," he said,

n very good news. I endured all these years without leaving in the hope

bastard want

serious!", I gr

t keep hurting you, not after what happen

ople say! ", I s

" you don't get it; there's a reason we Lyca

season," my father interrupted, "hopefully yo

of fury washed over me, and pent-up anger bub

nd now had to find a mate; having failed t