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Then, Calum and Cirocco carefully searched the man's body, but they did not find any useful clues. Calum and Cirocco were about to drag the man out to throw him into the sea. However, as soon as they grabbed the man's arms, Liam suddenly stopped them. "Wait!" Liam looked at the man's arm that was exposed and his expression became solemn. He walked up to his side and tore up his sleeve. The man had a black tattoo on his arm. The pattern was very strange. It was neither a dragon nor a snake. It was a tattoo of a snake with dragon horns that had a deer face.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

I asked. He nodded. “Yes, baby. I had almost finished.” I smiled. “Can I see?” “Sure.” I leaned off him, adjusting myself on the table. As he went to the sketch board, my gaze followed him. I noticed his tattoos again. The most outstanding was a knife seated in the middle of his back, surrounded by thorns. They were really different from Black’s. So much different. Black didn’t have a single tattoo on him. And maybe that was the rule—for him as an Alpha? To show discipline? Or what?

“So, what’s the plan? Are we going with the Classic Royale concept, or something more contemporary for the year-end event?” Auri let out a quiet breath, studying her latest sketch. “I think Timeless Elegance suits them better, Gia. They want something luxurious, but not overly extravagant. I’m planning to use white calla lilies as the main focus, paired with deep blue hydrangeas.” “Deep blue? Won’t that be hard to source in large quantities for the end of the year?” Gia asked, taking a sip of her tea.

I jump when I see him. Prime Alpha Nikolai Blackwell. And he looks grim. Deadly eyes of his rolls down to size me up, face flat and expressionless, and his hair covers a large part of his forehead. And he's shirtless. He's sweating. He must have been exercising. I swallow a large lump that hurts my throat. My thoughts spiral. He's exquisite, wearing a grey pant that reveals his packed bulge. His bare chest carries a dark ink, spreading from his chest down to his spine and to his back. A large tattoo of a wolf!

“Oh yes, your dad is a fantastic customer of ours how may I assist you?” “I would like to make a couple of requests if that’s possible.” “I’m sure we can help you out, sir.” The assistant takes out a notepad and starts writing my name down. “I would like to make a delivery of Calla Lilies to Back on the Beach Café today for Miss Savannah Blakemore.” “We can certainly do that today sir. We have a wide range of colors of Calla Lilies do you have a specific color in mind for this delivery?” “What colors are there? As I thought you could only get them in white.”

The buttons near her collar had come undone—revealing the faint outline of a black tattoo. Briella’s eyes narrowed. That tattoo… ***

Jax POV We sit in silence as time passes, and finally, Cole steps back. I glance in the mirror. There, over my heart, is a tattoo of her lips in the bright red she always wears. “Dhalia” is written above them, and “Blake” below. It’s perfect. I watch as Chase tells Cole to add Blake’s name to his tattoo as well. In Blake’s mind, we’ll all have the same tattoo when we show her tomorrow. He has no clue about this.

Lilian said. As she spoke, she deftly used her foot to turn on the lights and music in the room. Then, she straddled Carlos' lap. "Now, sit back. I'll make you feel like you're in heaven." Lilian kissed him lightly on the cheek. Seeing that Carlos did not react, she pulled his hand to her waist. The tattoo of the lily flower was fainly visibly under the dim lighting. Carlos smiled. "You're really not her." "Who?" Lilian unzipped her dress and leaned toward him. "No one. Just someone I used to know. She would never get a tattoo."