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He asks curiously. Okay, that is a weird question. “No, most fetishes are there. They just need to be found. It can be one small thing that makes someone realise they have a fetish for something, and from that day on, everything changes.” I explain. I look at him. Is this something to do with Alena? “Okay, well, Alena has one for leather and tattoos. I have never seen her like she was today.” He explains. Leather is common, tattoos though, are a dangerous game, but an amazing one as well.

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

*Tjeck* It is a rare occasion for all the Alphas to gather for a regular meeting. Most of us happily send our betas or another top member of our pack to handle these matters. If there are important issues to discuss, we would be notified in advance. Yet, Kattie remains the only one without the A tattooed on her neck… the symbol of an Alpha. She still bears the B from her time as Adis's beta.

“Sold.” “And you?” he asked Chris. She flipped her short, golden braid over her shoulder. “Blue butterfly. Freedom. Chaos. Rebirth. You know, vibes.” The guy nodded. These two spoke each other's language apparently. While we waited for him to prep the designs, we lounged in the chairs, thumbing through a book of past tattoos. “Wait,” I said, pointing to a photo. “That looks like Alpha’s wolf form. Saint.” The artist glanced over. “Oh, yeah. The Alpha used to come in here all the time. Had a whole back piece done—his wolf, moon phases, some pack sigils. Really intense stuff.”

I stood frozen, a chill seeping deep into my bones. I suddenly remembered a time in my last life when I had jokingly suggested adding a little cloud next to his sun tattoo to make it cuter. Damien's face had darkened immediately. "This symbol is sacred to an Alpha," he had told me sternly. "It cannot be altered in any way, not even slightly." It turned out the symbol wasn't too sacred to be changed. It was just that I, Elara, didn't even have the right to add a single stroke.

I am sort of surprised with myself; I am finding that his harsh voice and gruffness is actually a turn on. "Lilibet, but I go by Apple. If you ever call me Lilibet, know that I will hang you up by your toes." "Is that a tattoo I see on your ankle?" "Yes, it is. I have three others if you would like to see them." Albert growled. "Tattoos are a disgrace to the Moon Goddess." I smirked. "I assume you think the Moon Goddess is also against having fun." "Fun is for people who do not have responsibilities."

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

I just shrugged and looked around the shop. I left Luke there and looked around at the walls where their designs were displayed. I will admit, their proposed samples for tattoos are great. There's Tribal or Polynesian tattoos that's inspired by the numbers of indigenous communities' beliefs and culture. There's Japanese that I believe is very rare these days, as well as the American traditional. I was also amazed with the samples of their Realism tattoos. Along with them are the New School and Watercolor which I think has something in common, they just look a little bit alike but you'll see the difference if you'll look at it closely.

But still I took Al's advice, except I put down my hair and let them swing freely around my waist. Al liked them, I could feel that. He gazed at my tattoo with only appreciation, unlike in the past where people would just stare at me in horror. Although that might have something to do with the fact that my tattoo was connected to my poison, and my poison, reminded people of the curse. "You have nice hair." I jumped up in a startle and turned on my heels. The Alpha was standing by the door with only his head stuck in, his eyes flickering, but what was more frightening was that--