Alpha Male Warrior Wolf Tattoo Novels & Stories

His father, now an old wolf who was counting down to the day he would finally leave the earth and now, the pack business rested on Alpha Brian. Brian was a tall hulking man with chest hair and a huge eagle tattoo adorning his lower back. His eyes were the colours of a midnight sky but when he was in his wolf form, it was black. As he walked into the palace, Brian couldn't help but marvel at all the things he had achieved at such a young age.

That led to the Alpha hating him, and Mathew found it hard to love the Alpha as well. He got an important job in the pack as the Warrior Chief, and the fact that the pack members eagerly voted for him to take the position almost drove Alpha Marcus to insanity. His paranoia grew, and there wasn't a day he didn't regret agreeing to keep Mathew in his pack, but he couldn't give him away because he had made the unbreakable promise. Even if he did try to give him away, the Alpha knew Mathew was not an ordinary wolf. He would just leave and hide somewhere else. Besides, having such a powerful wolf leading the warriors had it's benefits, so the Alpha allowed him to stay, tolerating his presence.

I watched as a towering warrior with twin axes decapitated a soldier, his movements a brutal dance. I saw a silver-furred wolf leap over a shield wall, its jaws closing around the throat of an archer before he could nock another arrow. It was carnage, swift and absolute. Then I caught a scent on the wind pine and mountain soil and something intrinsically familiar, something that resonated with the very core of my being. Pack. My eyes widened as I saw it a symbol tattooed on the bicep of a warrior as he swung his sword. The snarling wolf’s head, framed by a blood-red moon.

“Sold.” “And you?” he asked Chris. She flipped her short, golden braid over her shoulder. “Blue butterfly. Freedom. Chaos. Rebirth. You know, vibes.” The guy nodded. These two spoke each other's language apparently. While we waited for him to prep the designs, we lounged in the chairs, thumbing through a book of past tattoos. “Wait,” I said, pointing to a photo. “That looks like Alpha’s wolf form. Saint.” The artist glanced over. “Oh, yeah. The Alpha used to come in here all the time. Had a whole back piece done—his wolf, moon phases, some pack sigils. Really intense stuff.”

Tracing it with his finger, he considered it again. In the shape of a military shield with a background of deep, midnight blue with a full silver moon partially veiled by a stylized American flag. In the center stood a formidable werewolf in a vigilant pose, its fur a combination of military green and silver, golden eyes glowed with determination. The werewolf held an M16 across his chest, teeth bared. Across the top in Marine red was a banner in bold gold letters with the pack motto. Semper Fidelis Lupus – Always Faithful Wolf. On either side of the shield, there were olive branches and arrows, paw prints linking the two. At the very bottom was the golden Eagle Globe and Anchor of the Unite

One of the older warriors approached slowly, arm wrapped in bloodied bandages. “We tried to hold them back, Alpha.” Kade immediately straightened slightly. “You did,” he said firmly. “This isn’t your failure.” But his voice sounded hollow. Because he absolutely believed it was his. The warrior hesitated before speaking again. “They left something.” Ronan’s eyes narrowed instantly. “Where?” The warrior pointed toward the center of camp. My stomach twisted the second I saw it. A symbol carved deep into one of the burned support beams. A black wolf’s fang.

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.

He was built like a warrior and had an unfamiliar face but the tattoo drawn on his neck gave him away. It was a wolf with two swords drawn across like an X. That was the mark given to all of the Alpha's warriors in Silvershroud Pack, A.K.A Liam's pack. My face creased into a frown as the realization dawned on me. I stepped out of my hiding spot when he got closer and lunge at him immediately. Despite being attacked all of a sudden, he still had his warrior tactics and was able to dodge immediately but he was stupid to think I would stop at one attack.

She replied to me. I took a deep breath. "I wonder what pushed the moon goddess to give me a cursed and wolf-less human being like you as a mate." I yelled at her and gripped her throat. "To hell with you being my mate, I better stay without a mate than having you as one." Then I pushed her to the ground. "I Alpha king Onyx Asher, thereby reject you Hazel from being my mate. You are banished from this pack." I declared. She got to her knees. "Reject me but please don't banish me."

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.