Alpha Male Warrior Wolf Tattoo Novels & Stories

For once I get a glimpse of his tattoos noticing them all designed in black ink, the intricate lines, swirls and pattern running along his muscular torso. “What took us so long was the fact we had to drive through the worse pathway ever and I had to bring your new Alpha here.” Ira states with an eye roll and I chuckle. Putting two and two together I deduct that this wolf will be the first member joining the pack as soon as its established that Ira mentioned last night, the thought of it making me excited as I have a feeling this wolf will make a great Theta or Head Warrior. A perfect addition if I do say so myself. [He looks strong.] Alex links me and I nod, turning to look back at my brothe

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 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.

The bond snapped tight between them, undeniable and raw. No. This isn’t right. His wolf, Rand, howled in warning. It’s her. “She’s wolfless,” Raymond thought, jaw tightening. She is our mate, Rand insisted, don’t you feel it? He did feel it and that terrified him. Wolfless meant weak. It means useless . It meant a mate who couldn’t run with him, couldn’t fight with him, couldn’t lead beside him. An Alpha with a wolfless mate would be questioned, mocked, challenged.

But not as a wolf, but as a man. He stood in the doorway shirtless, wearing only black trousers that hung low on his hips. His skin glowed slightly in the warm light, showing off muscles cut like stone,broad chest, sculpted arms, sharp jawline. A dark dragon tattoo curled from the side of his neck down to his ribs. My breath caught. His wound, where his wolf was bleeding has healed almost completely. Only a faint scar ran down his side. Alphas healed faster than any normal wolf. His eyes…Golden.

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.

A statement. Grayson took a hesitant stride forward. The wolves below saw him right away. I could sense how they were affected by the charge. From the front line, one wolf appeared. Tall. Scarred. He had black war paint applied to his throat. Something about him felt off, even from this distance. Aggressive.He slowly raised his head.Then he grinned and shouted, "SHADOW ALPHA!" over the valley. The mountains reverberated with the sound. All the wolves on the walls tensed up.

The air inside was cooler, cleaner, yet it carried a chilling authority that made my skin crawl. At the far end of the room stood a man with his back facing us. He was shirtless, his muscular frame tense as though carved from stone. Black ink decorated his body, twisting into intricate tattoos that seemed almost alive in the dim light. But my gaze froze when I spotted one marking that stood out among them all. Bold across his back, etched in dark ink, was a name. Alpha Mich. My breath caught. I had heard that name whispered in fear countless times. Alpha Mich of the Embermoon Pack. Ruthless. Powerful. Deadly. A man whose strength and supernatural powers made him a legend. If the rumors were

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.

I whispered realizing he was not going to make it out of this forest. “Very well, you will be Alpha,” he whispered as he took out a dagger and handed it to me. On it was the inscription of our ancestors, I knew what this was, it was the full moon crest but it had been broken and I had just one half in my hands. But as soon as the dagger landed in my hands, I felt power surge through me like never before, I roared and my roar had changed, a wolf tattoo was imprinted on the whole of my left hand just like that of the Alpha.