Alpha Male Black Wolf Tattoo Novels & Stories

“No. Only we—the royal bloodline—carry the black midnight fur naturally. Other than us, werewolves can have fur of any color, regardless of rank. Rank doesn’t decide fur color.” He paused before adding, “Phoenix and Miah also have black fur, even though they are the Beta and Gamma of the Royal clan. The children born to an Alpha will always have black fur—it’s inherited at birth. But becoming an Alpha is marked differently.” “How?” Saraya asked. “The one who earns the Alpha title receives a tattoo or mark on their wolf form,” Raf explained. “That tattoo signifies their authority. It’s a living mark—bound to their soul—that declares them Alpha.”

The rest started making smarter decisions. Halfway across the arena a black blur launched through the air directly toward us. My eyes narrowed. “That’s a black wolf.” Onyx sounded almost bored. “That means… He’s an alpha.” I already knew that much. Only alphas and direct alpha bloodlines carried black wolves. The massive animal flew toward us with enough force to crush a normal man. Unfortunately for him, neither Raiden nor I were normal. The instant he entered my reach, I caught him by the throat.

The man pulls a chair for me next to the host. “Thank you.” I slightly smile at him. “Leave us, Mirom,” Alek says, his elbows on the table. He changed from his suit to a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I notice tattoos on his forearms with symbols I don’t recognize, instead of maybe a dragon, skulls, or roses. Tattoos don’t usually stay on werewolves’ skin for long, and I don’t know how he makes it possible. “These are not tattoos.”

I heard the voice again. “Who the hell are you and what have you done to me?” “Relax, Rosa. I'm your wolf, and you just went through your first stage of shifting.” “Have you lost your damn mind? I'm a human!” “That's what your parents wanted you to believe, the bracket you lost three months ago while fighting with Thanos was the reason I was sealed, your parents wanted you to believe you're a human that's why I was sealed.” “That doesn't make any sense, why would they seal me away from who I am?”

“But I want to worship you properly this time.” Heat pooled low in my stomach. “Worship, huh?” “Mmm.” His lips trailed down my jaw. “Every. Single. Inch.” My hands slid down his back, feeling the muscles flex. When I reached his ribs, I traced the tattoo there—a wolf howling at a crescent moon. “Tell me about this one.” “Got it when I became Alpha.” His voice was getting rougher. “Represents my duty to the—*Sophie*.”

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

Once I got a good leverage on them, my Beta helped wipe the rest of them out. Leo’s wolf was also large, but I was much bigger. We both had razor-sharp teeth and piercing yellow eyes. My wolf was all black and his wolf was dark grey. Most of my pack were black or grey wolves. Omegas typically had light grey wolves and Alpha’s typically had black ones. All the others usually had dark grey, but sometimes they had brown or orange as well.

I asked. He nodded. “Yes, baby. I had almost finished.” I smiled. “Can I see?” “Sure.” I leaned off him, adjusting myself on the table. As he went to the sketch board, my gaze followed him. I noticed his tattoos again. The most outstanding was a knife seated in the middle of his back, surrounded by thorns. They were really different from Black’s. So much different. Black didn’t have a single tattoo on him. And maybe that was the rule—for him as an Alpha? To show discipline? Or what?

The scent of roasted venison, cedarwood, and the musk of a hundred wolves was overwhelming. She closed her eyes, trying to find the spark of her own wolf. Moon? Are you there? There was only a faint, distant whimper, like a ghost trapped in a cellar. The trumpets sounded, a low, guttural blast from a ram's horn. Alpha Blackwood stepped onto the dais, his presence commanding instant silence. Beside him stood Silas, looking like a god carved from obsidian. He wore a dark leather vest that showed the intricate tribal tattoos on his arms, markings that told the story of his kills and his heritage.

I asked her, as she bit her lower lip. "For years now I've been having wierd dreams, all of which are always different but everytime I keep seeing that---" She pointed at my chest, her hand fell on it. I moaned feeling the sparks that erupted. Davina's fingers pushed open my shirt, then her hand settled on the left side of my chest. "I always keep seeing this drawing in my dream" She said, staring at the Alpha mark that stood there. It was a black large wolf, having a moon below it shaped crescent. Only an Alpha Lord can bear this mark. It represent the Alpha wolf and the entire Werewolf packs.