Alpha Male Angry Wolf Tattoo Novels & Stories

The room was a bloody mess. The strangers were subdued in the end. “Arrest them and take them in for questioning.” As one wolf stumbled past in chains moments later. Paul noticed a tattoo on the wolf. “Hey, Alpha. They’re Red River, look.” He tore the wolf’s sleeve more to reveal the tattoo of a red water symbol. Three parallel wavy lines inked in red. Paul noticed Alpha Jones collapse when he didn’t respond. A gash on his side turned his shirt and pants crimson with blood. “Alpha!” Those not tied up with arresting the Red River wolves or tending to others came to Paul’s help. Paul forgot his injuries and focused on Dom, needing to return to the Pack House for the healer. Dom said before he

My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries. The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.

As I scanned the audience, my gaze locked onto Damien, igniting a surge of anger and irritation within me. Of course, the bastard chose the front seat. The meeting started. Then it was time to raise questions. A man who I acknowledged as the owner of an art collections platform raised his hands from the back seat. “You may speak,” I permitted him. “The Sacred Wolf is a symbol of peace for the werewolves. Why dispute over it when we have a greater evil ahead of us?” “She is valuable to any pack and can be used for the pack’s advantage. As long as she is rebirthed to their sanctuary, she will belong to that pack permanently,” I answered as I spoke into the microphone placed in front of me.

His skin was almost as pale as mine, and it looked as smooth as silk. Then a moonbeam touched the trees and the top of the cliff. And my dirty blood allowed my eyes to see clearer, not only around me, but as far as the man in front of me, a hundred feet away. And my heart skipped a beat when I saw the subtle tattoo covering his back, light lines like drawn with silver ink: a cross and a crescent moon. I muffled a cry, because Teah had told me about that tattoo. That was no ordinary wolf: he was the Alpha.

The black wolf symbolizes it's full of Envy, Anger, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, flash pride, superiority, and ego. Ash placed another mural in front of it the old one. It was a painting of a black wolf with red eyes, licking the white wolf's face with love written about it. Alex gasped at the painting. It was of them together on a run with the rest of the pack. Win must have taken it, and sent it to Ash so he could paint it. A painting of an Alpha with his Omega. It's show their love for eachother, their trust for eachother.

he replied loudly, laughing loudly and followed by the rest of the herd. “What a strange excuse,” Serry said, rolling her eyeballs lazily. The Omega really didn't run out of thinking about their unreasonable excuses. “Shut up you, weak Omega!” jerked Alpha who had the most massive and tall body. His figure looks even more sinister with a wolf tattoo on the neck.

"So we are supposed to accept it? Accept that the girl we all blamed for her parents death is suddenly the White Wolf, the one the legends say could save us or destroy us?" The room fell silent again. I felt every eye on me. My heart was pounding hard that I thought it would crack a rib.. My wolf did not flinch. I stepped forward past Damon into the space between the tables. I looked at Marcus at the elders and then at the whole pack. I said, "I never asked for this. I never asked for the bond. To be the Alphas mate or to be the White Wolf.. I am and I am done hiding it."

“Of course, however when you come out, I do believe we have some things we need to discuss, and no more blue lightening.” I couldn’t argue with his request and nodded simply as I walked back to the bathroom. I used the restroom and I timidly walked back over to the sink afraid to gaze into that mirror again. I frowned, inching my face closer to my reflection as I gently touched the lovely mark that was now tattooed on my neck. It resembled a coat of arms with a silver wolf on either side of the shield and a sword resting on cut stalks of wheat. It was an intricate tattoo, a mark that, with my knowledge of European Coats of Arms, resembled our Lycanthropy, wealth, and plenty, and lastly brave

"Yes! Remember, I told you I thought my brother died from slavery. If what he is saying is true, I need to see my brother again, and I don't care at what cost!" Tears streamed down her cheeks, making my wolf growl angrily at me even more. Now I knew my wolf liked her and wanted me to save her at all costs. "I hate to interrupt your catching on here, but I can't waste any more time with you!" The Tattooed Alpha growled with confidence, as if he had a plan up his sleeve. "Oh no you don't!!!" My wolf growled and pushed my body to move against my will when he saw the tattooed alpha about to mark Kitana by the neck as his chosen mate.

He has admitted to hating awkward silences. “As do I. How about you guys follow us and we can discuss what you’re doing here in a little more detail.” Alpha Asher turns around, revealing more ridiculous tattoos on his back, and leads us toward his pack. “Is that a rainbow kitten on his back?” Tobias leans over to me and whispers quietly. I scrunch my eyebrows together, unsure of what to make of this Alpha and his band of equally strange wolves.