Alpha Female She Wolf Tattoo Novels & Stories

she smiled at him, her sharp fangs lit up. “then you must have met with some shitty wolf, we here, we are merciless and you are a small little thing, I don’t know why I am tolerating you,” Alpha said, closely watching her. She was wearing a white tank top with skinny shorts. The sweat on her neck was making Alpha horny. He could already feel himself getting hard again.

She tells me, disgusted that he is still alive. “We want no trouble, we just want the she-wolf.” He shouts at the wolves, who are now surrounding me. One wolf shifts. He is not a black wolf, but he declares himself to be the Alpha of the pack. “The she-wolf doesn’t appear to want to go with you. As Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, I am granting her sanctuary. Until I know why so many wolves would be chasing such a young she-wolf.” He at least sounds like a reasonable Alpha.

I’m an alpha, dammit, and if I want to touch her wolf I will. The hair was soft. Soft like spun cotton candy, light and airy. I wanted to bury myself in it but I’m alpha and I’m pretty sure my pack would think I lost my mind. I looked into her eyes, expecting them to match. The did not. They were a brilliant sapphire blue, the brightest, deepest blue I could imagine. The wolf was magnificent. And I had my answer. She was a Shawishi. +++++++++++++++++ TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE

At least they will get to share something special together. My red dress clings tightly to my figure and frames my cleavage, the slit up the side making my family tattoo visible. The tattoo is of a fighting wolf and snake, their bodies entwining around my thigh. It’s our mark of honor as alpha daughters, usually appearing when we come of age. Mine made its debut on the night my mother died.

Perhaps he has already figured out a solution and is planning on sharing it with me later on. Our conversation was interrupted by Eon's entrance. As captivating as ever, my gaze instantly draws to the vivid tattoo adorning his neck. It's a fierce wolf, one you see on many Alphas. However, what set this one apart was that it's a masculine Lycan wolf standing on its hind legs and rendered in stunning detail by the artist.

Buckled the choker strap with a little extra force. “You haven’t replaced me.” She snapped the prod again. He flinched so beautifully. “You’ve earned me.” She crouched beside him, one boot planted on his back, the phallus resting like a promise near his trembling lips. “And I hope you remember this…” She stared dead into the camera. No mask. No mercy. “I am the ALPHA WOLF.” Then she howled. A low, guttural, primal cry that echoed through the WREC Room like the voice of every forgotten god rising from ash.

As they entered the forest, she let Harper take over her body and shifted into a huge she-wolf with red fur that shimmered in the sunlight. As she ran, the breeze moved through her fur and birdsong reached her ears. The sounds of the wild gradually calmed her down. By the time she got to the highest hill peak in the pack's territory, she was feeling more composed. Standing on the hill peak, she howled in anger, letting out her frustration. Her inner pain finally eased a bit. She had declared war on Thomas, so she must find someone to support her quickly. There were few records of female Alphas in werewolf history, so she must gain the support of powerful Alphas.

She mind-linked, "I like the wolves, but will our pack be okay with having something on them long after we are gone. I mean, pack tattoos will continue when we are gone, and they will have some other alpha and Luna. So will the other generations care?" "I think it is good. It shows our history. I am the first Alpha to mate with a white wolf from the north. A Luna who has been changing this pack to be more in tune with nature and the natural order of things. Future generations will know our history and what made us change how we did things from this tattoo." She smiled brightly. I had wanted to choose this one or the one with the cool shadow behind the crescent moon. Either would have been go

She walked straight to her room, her mind racing. Inside the bathroom, she undressed and leaned closer to the mirror, trying to see the back of her neck. There, a faint red rose-shaped mark glowed softly—a sign that she was bonded to an alpha. “You hurt when I think about leaving,” she whispered, tracing the mark. “Is this what it’s really like when an Omega is bonded and mated to an Alpha?” Valerian paced his office, his mind consumed by thoughts he couldn’t shake. He tried to push them away, but a part of him needed to know: who was the omega he’d shared a night with eight years ago? And was the boy who looked just like him really his son?

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.