Alpha Male Angry Wolf Tattoo Novels & Stories

I said pointing to the black park symbol on his hand and the little whitish cut on his forehead. Every park has a symbol that every pack member gets when he joins the park, the moment you turn rouge it disappears. And regular pack members don’t just fight or attack anyone without an order from their Alpha and that too is the work of pack warriors and this man isn’t one, because he clearly doesn’t have any warrior’s tattoo. The Alpha King and Alexander stepped forward-looking at the wolf’s hand “He’s from Greenland pack,” The Alpha stated stepping back, he pulled out his phone and started dialing a number.

A way for my pack to survive with or without me but not under this man's thumb. He grabs my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. Blue with golden flecks through out them. He's an Alpha. Shit shit shit. He's Kosta. A dark line runs down his face. A scar my father had given him many years ago. It makes him look deadly. His fingers dig painfully into my jaw. "Tell your pack to submit before you all die." He growls, his dominance hitting me full force. If I wasn't an alpha I would be wetting my pants by now.

Who not only didn’t know her place, but had the audacity to cheat on her Alpha while still married. Then, a deep voice broke through the murmurs from behind, carrying the force of Alpha command. “Quiet.” It was Julian—his presence locking the air into stillness. He walked toward me, holding a limited-edition wristwatch—its face engraved with the silver moon crest, a symbol of the Alpha’s vow to his Luna. I didn’t take it. “I’m here for my talisman. Keep the watch for your plush toy.” The smile on his face froze. The other wolves in the conference room exploded almost instantly, fury erupting like a storm.

Cheers erupted again. “As Beta, I have watched Raymond train for this moment his entire life.” He stepped aside. “Pack members… welcome your Alpha.” Raymond stepped forward as thunderous applause filled the hall. Alpha Jackson nodded proudly. Luna Sabrina smiled with satisfaction. Raymond stopped before the ancient stone altar. At its center sat an old clay pot used for the pack’s sacred blood ritual. Alpha Jackson spoke loudly. “This ritual binds the Alpha to his pack.” Raymond picked up the ceremonial dagger.

I stared at his tan skin, straining my eyes to see the design on the necklace he had around his neck that I just noticed for the first time. His pack tattoo was at the right side of his neck a bloody wolf's head with blood dripping underneath it. For a second, I wondered what Ares wolf would look like. Was it black? Big and fierce? He was the Alpha so I figured it would be. Jax's were pretty huge, black with a streak of white around the tail, from his mother's. He mostly had green eyes in his wolf form but when he went on a rampage, and was really angry drawing enough power from the moon they turned red.

I had no choice anymore, therefore I just did as he instructed to avoid getting punished. With a fluid motion, he shed his shirt, exposing the chiseled contours of his torso, and the wolf head tattoo that adorned his left shoulder down to his arms, its fierce eyes seeming to pierce through me, stirring a primal attraction. I drown at the sight of his body. My wolf seemed to wag her tails. I quickly shook my head at the thought of my wolf wanting his warmth so badly. I took two steps backwards as I noticed Alpha Alejandro coming towards me like a predator.

"I am not sure yet. I just heard some ladies at the club talking about it. However, what if it's just another mob called Black Wolves, you don't even know what the killer looks like?" "I may not have seen his face, but he has a black wolf tattoo. A tattoo of a wolf was clearly drawn on his arm, and the word BLACK was boldly drawn in it, signifying black wolves. I am sure every clan member must have a tattoo like that, just like we all in the Adrenaline mob, who have dragon tattoos".

Allie pointedly asked, crossing her arms together, mirroring him. "I'm implying that you don't belong here," The Alpha said in a bored tone, not at all impressed with her show of bravery. With that, he turned to the nearest locker and proceeded to strip off his shirt. Suddenly the air inside the room felt hot and stuffy, barely allowing her to look anywhere but at his bare upper body on display. Allie couldn't help but stare at the tattoo that littered his chest. A huge symbol. Maybe a pack symbol.

The body of the man fell heavily, convulsing for a few moments before it went cold and silent. Alpha Drake had a smirk on his face, making him look like a descendant of hell. His elongated claws dripped blood as he pointed at the remaining four wolves. He didn't need to say much, but the men all fell on their knees. Hoping to be spared. " Useless," he spat, his eyes carrying disgust. " Alpha, we already know where the sacred howling was heard. Why don't we go full massacre spree?" One of the men suggested, hoping to quell Alpha Drake's anger.

Mara hissed. “The Alpha of the Moonflame Pack has two daughters! I’m the younger one. My name is Evadne.” I pulled up my right sleeve. Every wolf has a tattoo of their pack’s insignia on their right arm. Those who don’t are the ones excommunicated and banished, the ones who became Rogues. When their eyes landed on my right arm, their brows raised. “I told you,” I smirked. “Yeah you did,” said the one on my right.