Alpha Male Angry Wolf Tattoo Novels & Stories

I wondered aloud. “Sometimes, I don’t know what they mean or what causes them.” He shrugged. “What was the last vision you had?” I pushed, holding my breath. “It was of a white wolf in a violent thunderstorm.” The four of us shared a look and Alpha Allison and I nodded at each other. “We have reason to believe you are the man in this picture.” She slid the sketch across the table and Marcel picked it up to inspect it. The image was slightly distorted from the lack f detail, but the arm tattoos were more clear since seeing those on his arms.

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.

She felt something warm, hard, soft and fragile at the same time touching the opening of her vagina. He removed the last layer of his clothes. And he stood in all his naked glory. As he turned around, I was startled by the massive wolf tattoo on his back that had golden eyes just like his and as he turned towards her, she was scared. There was a dagger tattoo on his chest. It was not his dagger that scared me, but the huge scar behind it. Then, I noted that what I had initially thought were fine details in his wolf tattoo were just scars from various battles that the man might have fought for his Alpha.

A statement. Grayson took a hesitant stride forward. The wolves below saw him right away. I could sense how they were affected by the charge. From the front line, one wolf appeared. Tall. Scarred. He had black war paint applied to his throat. Something about him felt off, even from this distance. Aggressive.He slowly raised his head.Then he grinned and shouted, "SHADOW ALPHA!" over the valley. The mountains reverberated with the sound. All the wolves on the walls tensed up.

If he forgave me for that, I was sure that the anger in his mind would blind him so much that he wouldn't care who he hurt in his rage. That was the scary thing about the Alpha. The scariest thing that even a child in the pack knew about. Once the man was angry, never go anywhere around him unless you were ready to plot your demise by yourself. Once he got angry, he didn't care about anyone or anything. In fact, his wolf was already given charge over his body voluntarily. With his wolf mirroring his emotions, the animal usually turned feral to protect the life of his host. Which meant that anything or anyone who dared to go anywhere near Alpha Damon at that moment was going to have their nec

I staggered back, taken aback in shock. "You know what that means, right?" He asked in a mocking tone. Of course, I do. Who doesn't know that anyone with a wolf tattoo in the Southern and Northern regions is a powerful Alpha of a strong pack? "Who are you?" I asked in shock. He can't possibly be an Alpha. I got a report that he's just a commoner who makes his way to the elite team with determination. So how did he manage to turn an Alpha? I asked myself but I couldn't get an answer. He can't forge the mark because it requires sacred sacrifice to appear on one's chest.

Though tense, I responded. “Yes.” I chuckled lightly. “The Northern Alpha seems to be aware.” The Alpha remained silent for a while. I glanced at him and, to be honest, I couldn’t help but feel surprised by the aura around him. Cold. He had an arrogance that seemed carved into his bones. Fierce. Confidence. Yet none of that could hide the roguishness around him, especially with his shirt partially open and the large red-eyed wolf tattoo peeking out. He seemed to be thinking about something.

"Now you can put your hands wherever you want." I’m in a hurry to take him up on that offer, but my eyes snag on the black ink where there’s never been a tattoo before. Right cheek, exactly where my hand normally lands when I grab him. Capital letters, blocky and clean, with all the subtlety of a road sign, curving along the natural shape of his ass. PROPERTY OF DAX HOLT. Under the words there's a white wolf with amber eyes, head thrown back and howling. He put my wolf on his ass, and it's never coming off.

He asks his black eyes look at me as if he’s peering into my soul. “I know that you’re Alpha Viktor,” I tell him while trying not to drop my eyes. “It’s been years since I’ve come of age and I never found my mate. How old are you?” He says while running his hand through his long black hair. My eyes drop to the tattoos snaking up his right arm. Flames run up his arm and they turn into a large white wolf. The white wolf is standing proudly and the blue eyes are mesmerizing. The wolf then turns into a moon and there are tribal designs encasing the entire sleeve.

It would be easier to just jump from underneath, but I don’t want to run the risk of anyone seeing me, as I have the convenience of having several steps to get here. I go inside and close the door behind me, small pangs coming from my right shoulder. I undress and go to take a hot shower. The water seems to relieve my external wounds, but not internal ones. I have a tattoo on my right shoulder that depicts a half-moon with a wolf’s head next to it. This tattoo identifies me as the cursed Alpha, my father used to tell me. According to the ancients, those born in the night of a red moon were destined to hatred, loneliness, and do great things. I honestly never cared much, but I know that every