Alpha Toothless Drawing Novels & Stories

Cain gave me a very flat look. “But you said Alpha. That’s what’s in those books all the time. Guys who are like… overgrown frat boys who growl at everyone and…” I trailed off. “What?” he asked warily. My mouth dropped open and I let go of his wrist which made him frown. “You growled,” I breathed. His brows pinched over his nose and his eyes went very dark. “Men growl.” “Not like that.” “Like what?” “Last night, when we were kissing.”

I asked. “Unfortunately for me, my childhood was cut short because I had to become the Alpha, so I didn't really get the chance to play around with toys like everyone else. But, I find myself being entertained by you effortlessly, so instead of wasting your time trying to be my mate, why don't you just settle for being my new toy? I can't promise that I won't hurt you, but at least, I won't keep trying to send you packing,” he offered, and I couldn't help but shake my head.

As all Alphas have some are stronger than others. His freshly styled pompadour chocolate hair stood resolute against the calming autumn breeze, not one strand out of place. Rugged facial hair that made him look dangerous. His chiselled muscles just aching to burst from his well fitted white shirt and black slacks. With a noticeable thick black etching of tattoo's down both arms. A part of me wanted to see what else he has hiding beneath his clothes. Then my eyes met his they were sapphire blue, the pure rage he was sending my way was strong and unbearable, as if something inside me ached for his affection.

“I’m fine.” Rose tilted her head. “Do you like it?” That small voice sounded soft and hopeful. I exhaled. Then I crouched. Just enough to bring myself to Rose’s height. My gaze dropped to the crooked sun again. “…You made this?” I asked quietly. Rose nodded fast. “Yes! I drew all of us. Look, that’s you in the middle. You’re the biggest because you’re Alpha.” A flicker moved through my chest. Unfairly warm. I reached out and took the cardboard from her small hands.

"I do the hunting, sugarplum. I don't get hunted." I bit the inside of my cheek. I had to admit, sugarplum was pretty funny. "We’re hiding in a cave, Alpha. Your story doesn't quite add up." He went quiet for a beat. "You never fail to surprise me with your insubordination." My heart which had been racing for all the wrong reasons, finally began to steady. A small smile played at my lips. He wasn't as terrifying as I’d initially thought, or perhaps he was just keeping up with my uncontrollable mouth.

I muttered, pulling off my helmet. The door opened before I knocked. Corvin stood there barefoot, gray hair tied back, leather vest hanging open over skin inked with symbols I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. His eyes—sharp, bright, too knowing—flicked over me. “Took you long enough, Alpha,” he said. “Moon’s been screaming for days.” I scowled. “You could’ve sent a memo.” He snorted and stepped aside. “Come in before the forest decides you’re rude.”

As if an artist cut him from marble, making sure to capture every immaculate detail - from his perfectly straight nose, to his high cheekbones, full lips, and square jaw. Like the butler, the Alpha is dressed comfortably, wearing only a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He didn’t even bother to put on shoes. His hair is a little too long and messy. The stubble around his jaw is at least two days old. He drops his chin and looks at me through a fringe of hair that flops over his forehead. “Can you speak?” he asks. “Yu- yes, Alpha. Sorry. I- it’s nice to meet you.”

His tousled hair and that infuriatingly smug expression somehow made him look even more attractive than usual, which was the last thing I needed right now. “Stop staring,” he said. “I wasn't.” “You were.” I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could come up with a response, three soft knocks suddenly sounded against the chamber door, making both of us turn toward it at the same time. Levi's teasing expression disappeared almost immediately, replaced by the calm and authoritative look he usually wore whenever he was reminded that he was not simply a man lying in bed with me, but the Alpha King of the entire Werewolf Realm.

I yelled angrily, clenching my fists tightly. I could feel every restraint in me snapping, my true form fighting hard to take over, a sinister smile forming on my face, ready to rip these bastards to pieces. “Like I said before, she’s in a safe house,” he paused dramatically for a second before adding, “a safe house in the human world.” “What!” Jonathan and I exclaimed in unison. That was all I needed to hear before I let loose, charging forward with the strength possessed only by an Alpha. I was so fast that the nerd didn’t have enough time to react before my claws connected with his stomach, sending him flying backward.

Following all the lines of his body up from his hand makes it obvious how lean his waist is compared to the broadness of his shoulders, but it only adds to the dangerous look he gives off. The charity event requires masks, and when Brixton pulls out his, it's an intricate black metal design resembling half of a wolf’s face, as if the other half has been torn off, with teeth bared that look as sharp as I imagine they are when he shifts… if he shifts.