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Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

She loved to watch the strength there, the corded muscles and the thick forearms as he performed any kind of task. Tapping her thigh twice, he motioned for her to unwrap her legs and then helped her down. Not saying anything, she closed the distance between them and made short work of his cut as well as the shirt he wore underneath it. He stood in just a pair of jeans and his motorcycle boots. Without a shirt on, she could see all of his tattoos and for the first time, she took the opportunity to look at them. Some were MC related, others were obviously related to his culture. As she ran her lips around the circumference of his frame, she noticed one that gave her pause. On his left shoulder

The air crackled with anticipation as they confronted the looming figure of The Reaper. In a secluded clearing, The Reaper's sinister presence was palpable. His eyes glinted with a malevolent gleam as he regarded Lin, Hunter's dad, and mom. The pack members observed from a distance, their anxiety evident in hushed conversations and furtive glances. Lin took a deep breath and addressed The Reaper, her voice unwavering. "We need answers. What have you done with Hunter, and why are you manipulating the pack?" The Reaper, shrouded in dark energy, chuckled ominously. "Ah, Lin, always the curious one. Hunter is safe... for now. As for the pack, I merely offer guidance. A wise alpha should welcome

The reapers extended its finger apart with its plam facing the floor. In less than a minut, several jagged pillars ruby quarts sported infront of us. “Red, what are you doing?,” Daryl asked Adrian. “That wasn’t me,” “Up here Baldy,” The reaper smiled. “And that’s not all,” The android took his other hand, surging it with xenon energy similar to Daryl, and slashed a crescent shape wave destroying part of the pillars. “That reaper has our power,” Rick said. “Bingo Primal,”

“Last man who asked me that price is still choking on it. Along with two of his friends lying dead. You’re big, but it’d still only take me half a heartbeat to tear your head off and use it as a shot glass.” He laughs, dark, delicious, and shrugs off his shirt. It hits the floor like surrender. Then he took his fur cap off too. Ink covers every inch of him, old runes, skulls, a crowned wolves, and right in the middle of his forehead, the mark of the Reaper Saints. Real outlaw blood. Not just pack royalty. This man eats wolves for breakfast. He's in a biker association. He still doesn’t scare me. I roll my shoulders. “Kneel,” I tell him. “Apologize for your dogs putting hands on me.”

My breasts tingle, my hands sizzle with the need to reach out and touch him. I don't know what he reads on my face but his eyes have gone cold again and his voice is even more intimidating. "Put down the cloth." I'm no good at following orders, never have been, especially those given by men. I have no idea why the cloth slips from my fingers and lands in the bowl. Dagger leans in and picks it up. His chest is inches from my eyes and his tats fill my vision. The ink appears prison-grade, but the artwork is intricate. A Grim Reaper stands over a crying woman holding a swaddled baby. The design weaves into swirls of flowers with branches that turn to thorns as they flow further out across his c

Alejandro simply ignored it and looked him over. "Let’s see how strong the future Beta of this pack is." He remarked. Damon looked surprised and I frowned. What was his problem? "Sure, that would actually be an honour. I’ve heard about your impressive abilities," Damon said, pulling his shirt off. Raven admired him appreciatively and I simply smiled. Damon was perfectly toned, with chiselled abs and a defined V... But when Alejandro pulled his shirt off, it distracted me completely. I now noticed the huge tattoo of a skeletal hooded grim reaper, reaping the soul of a wolf spread across his entire back. It had plenty of smaller details that incorporated and linked to the tribal designs around

He nodded. Nicole had noticed, "I think we can leave now. I am starting to feel abit dizzy." "Sure, let's go,” Jack walked over to Marcus and Claire, "have a good one, guys. We will keep in contact." "Are you leaving this early? It's only 9 pm." "Yes, Claire, for some of us on dates, 9 pm might be early." Angela rolled her eyes at Nicole and Claire's drama. "Have you noticed the reapers tattoos on his face? I mean, who writes death on their forehead, with eight strips and lines across, tattoo teardrops, and a cross on the front of his neck."

His actions will speak for him. We pull up in front of a normal-looking house. It is two stories and is the larger size but it looks nothing like what people would assume the leader would have. There is a garage with a nice yard and a wraparound porch. My mate thanks to the driver and then comes around and opens my door holding out his hand. I take it and get out and see that my bags are setting on the porch. Someone must have brought them here while we were at the reaping. We make our way up the steps and my mate unlocks the door and takes my bags in with him.