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I could see out of the corner of my eye Kyle was looking at the human boy while shaking, so I knew his wolf was trying to come out. I turned around and faced the boy, he had a disgusting seductive smile on his face. He had jet black hair, forest green eyes and a nice body but he wasn't my type and plus he was an assh*le."Did you like touching my ass, baby?" I asked with my best seductive look. I walked towards him and put my hands on his chest, he smirked down at me.

Maybe Lily can help him keep Karamea busy. Sandra has been great to work with and has been part of the rotation of the “Alpha Council,” as we’ve been calling it. And it looks like we’re going to need to convene another Alpha Council soon, as the alpha of the Blood Moon Pack walks into my office. Alpha Liam Vlk is a rather serious wolf. He is tall and formidably built. His skin is deeply tanned, his dark hair cut short. Several spirals and swirls are tattooed on his neck and flow below his shirt. They also crawl along his arms, knuckles, and the backs of his hands. The tattoos appear to be some kind of tribal tattoos combined with stylistic writing. Liam’s eyes are a piercing minty gre

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

"Aiden, do you think a woman you rejected still has the right to wear your mark?" Aiden looked at the tattoo on my arm, a flicker of pain in his eyes. But he still nodded. "I understand." I picked up Elder Marcus's silver letter opener from the table. "Elena, don't," Marcus tried to stop me. "It's okay," I smiled at him. "It's just a tattoo." I raised the blade. Without hesitation, I carved it into my own skin. Right over the tattoo. Silver is a werewolf's bane. The moment it touched my skin, searing pain shot through me, a burning agony.

She felt something warm, hard, soft and fragile at the same time touching the opening of her vagina. He removed the last layer of his clothes. And he stood in all his naked glory. As he turned around, I was startled by the massive wolf tattoo on his back that had golden eyes just like his and as he turned towards her, she was scared. There was a dagger tattoo on his chest. It was not his dagger that scared me, but the huge scar behind it. Then, I noted that what I had initially thought were fine details in his wolf tattoo were just scars from various battles that the man might have fought for his Alpha.

Their postures were deceptively relaxed, but Emma could sense the tension that ran through them like an electrical current—they were ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation. Emma studied the men carefully, taking in their appearance with a clinician's eye for detail. Leather jackets hung open to reveal bare chests adorned with tattoos of varying quality and subject matter. Multiple piercings decorated their faces and bodies, catching the light with each movement. Their hair was dyed in unnatural colors—vibrant reds, blues, and greens that stood out starkly against the monochrome backdrop of the building. They were the epitome of a motorcycle gang, with one crucial difference

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

***Flashback*** Vanya was speaking to the strange woman who claimed to be her mother, so I decided to go back to my house which was now Angel's house to wait for Adam after I had sent him to figure out who the rogues were and why they wanted Vanya when Angel came to me. "There was one thing I noticed about the rogues. I didn't want to let you know about it because Vanya was there." I sat back down, placing my coat on the seat I had been seating on. "What was it?" "All the men had a wolf tattoo on their right shoulders." "Werewolves have tattoos all the time Angel." "I know." She countered. "But it was split in half." She looked at me, going still for a moment before that stillness disappeare

"Danny suggested I draw a larger tattoo to go over my girl to help cover the scar. She will always be there, just we will be beside her." I felt tears in my eyes as I looked at his drawing. He had merged our two wolves, facing each other. My girl had her snout in Kota's chest. "Wesly," I whisper as my fingers trace the wolves. "Do you like it?" He asked me. "I know it's a little larger." "I love it!" I said, and then I showed him my gratitude.