Novel & Cerita Alpha Toothless Drawing

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. When I opened it, a drawing of a wolf welcomed me. He had a sad little face, with a somewhat fat body and an enormous head. It was a chibi version of a wolf, with a small bubble at the side that read a big sorry. I laughed helplessly, drawing the attention of the teacher and all the students. We were always together. The place, the date, or the time did not matter. We were soul mates, after all, even if he didn't know it.

Tabitha’s POV We take turns sketching across the stone wall, passing the marker back and forth. We layer over each other’s drawings like we’re trying to outdo the last. Reed snickers while drawing an alien with three eyes and a meteor shaped like a dick. And then, there’s also something he claims is a “space wolf,” which I honestly think is quite cute. It’s the only decent thing he drew. We keep laughing until my stomach hurts and I’m wiping tears from my eyes. I lean over the narrow window to catch my breath.

A shiver ran down my spine. Retracing my steps, I padded over to the table, which had the item lying on it. It was a book, a really, really old book. Flipping through the pages, I discovered it was a journal, its pages detailing the fall of a great alpha king. My brows scrunched. What the hell is an alpha? However, before I could read further, an unseen force hit me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.

Had he pushed too far? The were-chimpanze bared his teeth in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Oh, I intend to.”

The duel of Alphas. Across the circle of trampled earth, Cassian stood bare-chested, his body a lattice of scars that gleamed like white lightning against his skin. His smile was a blade, sharp and eager, as if the thought of blood excited him. His wolves lined the opposite ridge, snarling low, hungry to see their Alpha rise above Kade. But it was Kade who drew Lena’s gaze—always Kade.

"He needs to fight. And he needs a reason." "He has a reason." "Does he know that?" I looked at Kael. Pale. Sweating. Mumbling. "He will." --- That afternoon, Lila came to the door. "Is the Alpha awake yet?" "Not yet, sweetheart." "Can I sit with him?" I hesitated. She was eight. Seeing him like this — broken, burning, barely conscious — might scare her. "Please?" she said. "I drew him another picture." I looked at the drawing. A wolf. Silver eyes. Standing next to a smaller wolf with brown fur and a flower in her mouth.

Lisa's mouth opens wider and wider a she listens and at the end she can only blink, "Do you want to see them?" "Do you want to show them to me? Isn't it... uncomfortable for you?" she asks, but I just shake my head and lift my mattress to take them out, leaving my letter hidden there because it has nothing to do with this, "Holy shit! What the hell? They're worse than I expected!" "Isn't he the most psycho person in the world?" I blurt out, breathing hard as Lisa flips through the drawings, her eyes close to falling out of her head, "And my Alpha is defending him! How dare he?"

I asked confused. “We are here to find our Aloha’s mate!!”He said smiling. “Your Alpha??? Who's your Alpha_______ wait don't tell me____!! I trailed off trying to connect the dots. “Now you get it!!” He said smiling for the first time since we began the conversation. “He's an Alpha?? Like he's your Alpha??? "I asked to be sure. He merely nodded beaming, I guess he finds my reaction funny. “No wonder he's rude!!” I intoned.

I snap He chuckles and reaches and a hand to pinch my cheecks " you should see red these get, do I affect you that much ?" I wiggle away from his touch "more like you disgust me " "You can lie to me all you want darling, but you can't lie to yourself " "you wear a mask all the time too" " it comes with my family duty, who needs a sobbing, emotional leader or Alpha?" he winks, i focus on him, not the asshole Draven but the other Draven, future king and ruler of mexico. Draven lifts his hand and a waitress stride towards our table "juice please" she nods and places it on our table

The older Alpha pulled them to a stop and smirked as he pulled his top off. My mouth hung open when my eyes landed on Art's large, muscular chest. It wasn't smooth and hairless like mine. Each peck was lightly covered with short dark hair, and his stomach around his belly button matched it. The ripples of his abs around his belly button were lightly covered with short dark hair, and it was thicker in the middle with a lovely line that trailed down, disappearing into his pants.