Alpha Toothless Drawing Novels & Stories

I asked weakly. Alpha Timultin knelt beside me, his breath hot against my cheek as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. “What have I done to you?” he repeated mockingly. “Oh, my dear, I’ve simply ensured that you are exactly where I need you to be. Weak, helpless, and at my mercy.” I clenched my fists, but even that small action drained me. My body felt sluggish, my veins heavy with something unnatural.

That was cold, he could've at least let me thank him for helping me that time. "What a dick." Daichi said, fixing up his tie. "They think just because they're alphas, they can strut around like their hot stuff, piss off." He yelled but they were probably too far to hear. Daichi is a beta and he's hated alphas for as long as I can remember but he's friends with some people who are alphas. He might hate alphas but in his words, "Only the Alphas who are too proud to distinguish right from wrong." Akito on the other hand is an alpha that he trusts, we all met in elemtary school but Daichi and I were friends first.

As we entered the open space before the territory’s main hall, the local Alpha appeared. He was tall, broad-shouldered, eyes sharp and skeptical. Every movement was deliberate, meant to convey strength without exposing fear. His stance alone told us he had no intention of submitting easily. Behind him, his pack mirrored his posture, creating a wall of tension. “Alpha Damon,” he greeted with a slight bow that was more politeness than submission. His gaze flicked briefly to me. “Luna Gracelyn.” His voice was even, but I could feel the undercurrent — the refusal before a single word was spoken.

“Fine. Whatever.” Damon stalked over in three pissed-off strides and stopped so close I could feel the heat pouring off his bare chest. Pine. Smoke. That sharp alpha smell that always made my heart do a clumsy, embarrassing somersault. He looked down at me, voice dropping so low it felt like a secret meant just for my ears. “Stop being scared of your own damn wolf. Show me.” “I don’t even know how to make the stupid thing behave,” I muttered, staring at the fast thump-thump in his throat because looking up into his eyes felt like stepping in front of a moving truck.

The room went still. Then Alpha Jackson’s face lit up like someone had just handed him the best news of his life. “What?!” He laughed loudly. “Finally! I’ll soon have grandchildren! I can finally rest!” He even clapped Asher lightly on the shoulder. “Good news!” But Asher didn’t smile. Because Raymond didn’t look happy. “But…” Raymond added. Alpha Jackson’s laughter slowly faded. “But what?” “I rejected her.”Silence. It was the kind of silence that makes your ear ring.

I said with a pout, unaware of my words that they already sounded conceited. Caleb had been trying to talk to me ever since but I scurried off at the sight of him. I knew it was childish of me to avoid him but I can’t help it. “Do you want me to get you something to eat?” I asked, changing the subject. There was a faint quirk of his lips for a second before it disappeared. I also noticed recently that the Alpha loves sweets. Everytime I bring him coffee, I also pair it with the treats I made. He easily finishes them in the blink of an eye. Sometimes he would ask for more.

"Because if he opens a single encrypted line that doesn't belong to our distribution charter, Dante will eat his synthetic jaw right off his face. Isn't that right, Alpha?" Dante didn't answer with words. He slowly peeled his massive upper lip back, revealing six inches of pristine, wet obsidian teeth that gleamed like broken mirrors under the floodlight. A thick, hot drop of saliva fell from his jaw, landing on Vance’s frozen boot with a soft hiss.

Natasha's eyes repeatedly shifted from William to Jerome, who was passed out on the ground in his human form, and back to William again. The stranger squatted in front of Natasha and stretched out his hand to her. “Hey there, are you okay?” he asked, with a genuine smile on his face. Natasha took his hand and rose to her feet. Her brows, thick but delicately winged, drew together. "Who," she asked, her eyes widening in curiosity, "are you?" “I am William, Alpha of the Twilight Pack,” he replied politely with a silent bow. Natasha's jaw dropped once more in shock. At the mention of his name, it all finally began to make sense.

Our Alpha has been trying to protect us as much as possible. Speaking of alpha, he is the first person I see when I descended the last stairs. Sitting down in all glory, his man spreading and strong thighs. He is the most handsome man alive, strong, chiseled jawline, pointed firm nose, prettiest and brightest green eyes ever. His pink beautiful full lips that can do unimaginable things to a girl, is now set into a thin line. He is frowning as usual, never smiling, always having a blank face.

What crazy trick was the moon goddess playing on me today? I stood transfixed in the spot, my eyes never leaving Alpha Phineas. I had Heard a lot about this alpha. He was known as the "Fun Loving Alpha." He was a towering figure, standing at 6'4" with broad shoulders and a muscular build. He had chiseled features, with a strong jawline and piercing grey eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief. His hair was a rich, golden blond, styled in messy spikes that gave him a carefree and devil-may-care appearance.