Alpha Toothless Drawing Novels & Stories

She sat on the two seated chair and look round the room,just then her eyes landed on a drawing,it was a drawing of the alpha,he look so fierce as he hold his sword with a frowny face,she noticed the green head of wolf that was at the side of his neck,she suddenly felt the urge to touch it and she wondered if the tattoo on his neck was real or was just drew for fancy. She stood up as she stared intensely at the drawing,she suddenly notice how cute her mate was,tho the drawing reduced his cuteness but he was still cute,his eye on the left was covered with his long hair,making him look like a badass, little sweat were dripping down his face.his a perfect piece of art work. .

I see another picture sitting on this wooden thing, and I walk over to look at it. It's another picture of my mate, and other people I don't recognize, except for one, the scary Alpha. He actually has a smile in this picture. He's laughing as a dark skin guy is choking him. Everyone in the picture seems to be laughing, so he must not really be choking him.

Albert saw Maverick laughing widely, exposing his porous and blackened teeth. "You!" hissed Albert with thinning lips. The Alpha's growl seemed to vibrate the walls of the holding cell. His sharp gaze pierced right into the two eyes of Maverick, who was laughing at him. The Alpha's eyes turned red in the blink of an eye. His sharp fangs sharpened, ready to tear apart the prey before him. Then, he moved quickly toward the cell and attacked Maverick. The Alpha grabbed the chain binding Maverick's hands and pulled hard, causing the man's body to hit the bars hard.

The floors were polished and floor to ceiling glass windows graced some of the walls. The paintings were remarkable; one was a portrait of him in casual shirt, and he was smiling and holding a younger... No. He was the young boy giggling with sparkling bright eyes as he held the hand of his father. That was... "You can join the paintings, if you want." Fuck... That voice startled me. Swallowing, I looked to see my Alpha seated at a dark side of the living room and... Smoking cigarettes. It was fucking sexy what the five o'clock shadow did to the unshaved part of his jaw, how accentuated it made his chiselled jaw and how hot he was blowing a puff of smoke.

From then on, only authorized people can see him. The crowd watched as a very handsome brown-haired young man dressed in a blue suit climbed up to the stage. "This is my son, your soon-to-be Alpha king, Murphy Castillo." the Alpha king announced with pride and everyone cheered, whistled and applauded. Unmated females in the audience looked lovestruck and wished sincerely that he'd be their mate even though the reality was that he wasn't.

"Since I became Alpha, many of you have grown bold in your dissent. If that's the case, we'll settle this with a challenge that follows the pack law. I will not lead a pack with wolves who disobey." "You ungrateful, backstabbing hypocrite! I'll challenge you!" Nanette's brother roared. The words had barely left his tongue before he shifted into his wolf form and swung his massive claws at Draco. Draco sidestepped and shifted just as quickly. In an instant, he clamped one claw around his opponent's throat and slammed him into the ground with bone-shattering force. Nanette's brother hit the floor hard with a dull thud. He coughed up a mouthful of blood before passing out on the spot.

Mumbling, he is being caressed by her, and here comes the food he hates most. "No more pet food!" What will an Alpha do when he has to stay in his wolf form and is mistaken for a husky? "Come on, you little Cutie, I'm sorry." "Don't call me Cutie." A man suddenly appeared and said so.

The ingredients you would need to create a disaster. A pair of cloudy-colored eyes, a pair of full lips, a perfectly shaped nose, a short mop of black hair, and 193cm worth of height made up the Alpha of the pack I swore to destroy a long time ago. “Aren't you going to say something?” I asked with all the nonchalance in the world, my eyes not once leaving him afraid of losing this unspoken competition where the reward is the loser's life. “No. I like the silence.” His voice sent a shiver down my spine, followed by the nausea that almost came up my throat.

Suddenly, I was struck by the concern that he might suffer from a heart stroke and faint on the spot. In addition to his showy jewellery, a long cigar was firmly squeezed between his lips. When he lit it, the smoke coming out of it gave off a smell reminiscent of that of burnt leaves. "Hello, Alpha Jack, Luna Rose." Alpha Paul entered the villa with a casual step before showing us his tense palm. When he smiled, his game was complete with pearly white teeth bared so that I could see it. A tooth was inlaid with gold and shone with a blinding glare that almost burned my eyes.

All around her were old, detailed images of Hell hounds painted on the damaged walls. Typical narcissistic bastards. That was one of the traits she despised the most among others. Allie took her time to study their omega image, and immediately her mouth twisted at that. The picture depicted an omega with their ears back, submitting to what looked like an Alpha Hell hound with a snarling muzzle and fiery eyes glowing in the dark. She rolled her eyes. Those damn eyes.