Alpha Male Black Wolf Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

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.

Assuming that they linked their alpha, telling him I'm asking for him, I stand here waiting in front of my car. A couple of minutes pass before two large brown wolves come walking through the trees. They both carry the scent of alpha males. The slightly larger Alpha male shifts. Almost every inch of him is covered in tattoos. I've seen many of those symbols that are covering his body in books and old strolls that I've read. They all hold a different meaning. These tattoos show that they still live by the old ways of the ancestors. I'm sure all these guys are covered in these markings.

Nightshade black wolf, one of the rarest colors among Alpha wolves and possessed only by those who are stronger. Believe me, there isn’t a part of me that did not want to gawk at his wolf and all his goddess-damn glory, but the circumstances begged my attention. As the alpha, so did he. "What happened here?” His deep, inquisitive voice reverberated through the link, leaving Adeline and even me astonished momentarily. It wasn’t his voice that swept through me, but his wolf’s. It was deeper than Kaden’s, and I let myself wonder what his wolf’s personality like.

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.

Troy breathed. It was only after Paul had shifted and started to walk towards where Agyemang stood on the wide stage that the proud-looking alpha allowed his own wolf to take over. “There he is…” Jake T breathed with awed amusement when Agyemang shifted into a large jet black wolf. Black wolves were noted for their no-nonsense attitude and ferociousness. It made them even more attractive. But from Jake T’s reaction, there was clearly more than met the eye. “Damn, he’s fine.” He moaned as he sat forward.

I feel the tears coming back. “It’s okay. We’ll find out what they know and if it’s true or not.” Theo hugs me tight and then lets go. “Tie up these men and take them to a holding cell. We need to find out what they know and who they are.” “Alpha, come look at this.” One of the warriors say. There is a black circle tattooed on both of their forearms. “What does that mean?” I ask. “Shadow Pack.” Theo says. I’ve never heard of this pack before.

Daniel clucked his tongue in his inner cheek as he mustered up his jokes with my dagger eye shot worth many Omega going into submission by prostration. Her intense scent mixed with a strong stinking odor riled me and my wolf up as different scenarios of who the stinking odor of blood might belong to. I rushed inside to meet Elena crumpled at a side in her protective being, her wolf form exuding nothing but authority and a domineering power that anyone could succumb to except me since I am from the Alpha bloodline. Daniel was almost four, resisting the authority, fighting the urge not to succumb until I commanded him, pulling him out of his struggle.

By the middle, one particular painting drew her attention, the violence depicted in it different a striking contrast to the rest. She found herself drawn to the image of a black wolf with bloodred eyes and a bloodied snout, with a couple of bleeding wolves in the background. He noticed her staring at the painting longer than the others and stopped to let her adore it. “Do you like this one, love?” he asked. “It’s different,” she said and it piqued his interest. “It’s violent.” She couldn’t look away from the image of the black wolf that seemed to come alive, staring at her. It radiated power, one that could only be of an Alpha, and not an ordinary one at that. “It’s beautiful,” she said, not