Alastor Haircut Novels & Stories

Besides, she knew Alaric would never agree to cut his hair, not that she wants him to, anyway. When the stylist was done, Mariah couldn’t believe her eyes. Alaric’s snow-white hair was now in a neat ponytail and as he stood up, coupled with his dressing, he definitely looked like a celebrity. Even the stylist couldn’t help by whistling and slowly saying, “damn.”

I looked at Alessandro who shook his head, not understanding what the woman was talking about. “You are yet to tell her, aren’t you?” Esther asked, looking at her children. She kept her eyes on Alaric for a second, and shook her head in question. “For a man who has looked for a solution to change himself from the monster…” “I am no monster, nor am I going to use her to heal or lose who I am.” He said, making both Alessandro and I frown. “I am sorry, what?” I asked, stopping the two of them. “What are you two talking about?”

And embarrassing to admit, I really had no one else. “A small sacrifice to make my brother’s jaw fall from his face, Holly,” Shei excitedly whispered to me while the hair dresser was busy working on my long, way chocolate brown hair. Never in my whole life my hair was touched by someone other than Alpha Evan and it slightly made me anxious that my stylist was a guy. He looked kind though, and he made sure I was always comfortable.

He didn't pick the clothes; he just stood back and watched as I picked silk blazers and heels that felt like weapons. Then we went to a salon. The stylist looked at my blunt, dead hair and sighed. “We can’t make it long overnight,” she said. “Don't make it long,” Alexander said from the chair behind me. “Make it sharp. Make it look like it belongs to a woman who doesn't take orders.” When I looked in the mirror, I didn't see the ghost anymore. My hair was a sleek, angled bob that hit my jaw like a blade. My eyes looked darker, colder.

Rain started to pour, drenching me as my eyes filled up with tears of pain, mixing with my tears as they fell to the ground. "Let's make her bald," Stacy declared with seething hatred, snapping her fingers with something metallic. "We'll start by taking away her hair first. Then, bit by bit, we'll strip her of everything to make this slut more appealing to the boys in the pack. Alpha Marcus would love to fuck a bald slut, I'm sure. He's fucked a dog like her. What difference does it make if the bitch has any hair or not.” The sound of the scissors snapping echoed in the air, and I watched helplessly as chunks of my long, thick hair fell to the ground.

In fact, she was the nastiest of them all. “There is nothing wrong with my haircut,” I grumbled, then Asteria smiled. “In fact, there is no haircut at all… Have you ever had a haircut after the lab?” Asteria gave me a tender gaze, and I ran my fingers through my hair. The answer to that was: No. At the lab, they shaved my head, and after that, I just let my hair grow. The dark, ebony locks contested with my pale complexion. I sighed, defeated. “I don´t care about how I look,” I mumbled, and Jean Pierre scoffed.

And standing closest to the fire is no other than Alastair. He’s not wearing a robe. In fact, he’s not wearing much at all. He only has a loincloth, and while his physique is amazing, I find it hard to see. Mainly because black hair is starting to cover his body. At first I thought he’s smiling, but he’s only baring his teeth, showing his sharp incisors. Longer and pointier than normal. His gray have become pure white, much like the moon. Much like the eyes of the wolves in the forest.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

Show your hair, her omega whispered, they can be trusted. Anastasia still trusted her omega, and because of that, she started unwrapping the scarf that covered her head. She swiftly unwrapped her hair in one go, the silver locks falling around her face messily. She couldn’t bear to look at them so she kept her eyes on the ground. Ruffling her hair as she tried to make it look kind of appealing. An audible gasp was heard, making her head snap to their direction. They looked at her like they were in wonder. Her hair was completely unique, no dye could color one's hair like this.