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“And when do you suppose we do this? What are you thinking of getting?” “Hmmm,” Ostana hummed and I could picture her brows drawn together in thought, finger tapping her chin, and the million of tattooing ideas sprouting; Ostana was quite crazy, so I had no doubt in my mind she’d want to go full out - a back tattoo or maybe a full sleeve to start her tattooing experience. “If we do this,” I suddenly spoke, fixing a strand of my hair. “I want something small, Ana.” “Yeah, yeah prude,” Ostana joked and I cracked a smile. “But I’m thinking of something bold and Asian- Oh! Maybe I’ll get a sleeve, but on my leg instead of my arm… Laker will think it’s hot as fuck.”

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.

Other than Rosé, there’s no one else in the shop. “Can we see your collection?” Cole asks. “We’d each like a tattoo.” Wait, we? I give Cole a quizzical look, he winks at me. “Sure,” Rosé says, retrieving a huge leather bound book from behind her desk. She gestures towards a seating area with a couch. “You can take a seat and take your time.” Cole grabs the book and leads the way to the couch. “I don’t know about a tattoo,” I say, peering at the various designs in the book.

“Tattoos?” “Yes.” She crossed her arms. “Don’t tell me you’ve lived centuries and never gotten inked. Today’s the day. Come on.” He studied her for a long moment, lips twitching as if amused by her defiance. Then, to her shock, he set the book aside. “Fine. But you’re choosing the design. I’ll only allow you to brand me once.” …. The tattoo parlor smelled of antiseptic and ink. Chloe’s heart raced as she flipped through sketch books, finally settling on a delicate design: a small crescent moon entwined with a star.

He looked at me with a slight head tilt as I grinned, snapping a few more pictures. “You know what? I have an awesome idea for your next tattoo!” I said excitedly, putting my phone away. “Let me hear.” “My name in big bold letters going down here.” I trailed my finger down the side of his ribs and stopped at his waistband. “Or even better, on your butt ‘cause that ass is mine.” I burst out laughing at the idea of Damiano getting a tattoo on his ass. “I’m not getting your name tattooed on my ass.” He chuckled, pulling me down to lie on top of him.

She clutched the slim book in her hand, standing on her toes and leaning towards him. "Are you?" He put a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back. "Fine. Yes, I am. Satisfied?" She chuckled, throwing her head back slightly, before her gaze darted to the book and her laughter trailed off. The image that was drawn on the book looked really similar. Three lines drawn from the center to three different angles, with their ends curled. Ah! She remembered. Wasn't this the Capital's tattoo?

The ink prepared is carbon-based, reacting naturally and smoothly on the body so that the tattooing procedure will be safe and sterile. "You're ready, aren't you?" asks Denis, the same question for every client before beginning the hours—long execution. "I won't waste time if I'm not ready." "Right, you must be very busy." Denis began to apply the triforce stencil paper to the skin on Gaby's back and flattened the stencil. Denis let it sit for a moment before completely removing it and revealing the triforce pattern that had adhered to Gaby's skin. Denis' focus was back on the line now.

Raya felt a flush spread across her skin that had nothing to do with the needle’s sting. “Why a phoenix?” Tobi asked, changing the subject but keeping his voice intimate, as if they were sharing secrets. “Rebirth,” she answered simply. “I went through... a difficult time last year. This is my reminder that I rose from it.” He nodded, his expression softening. “The best tattoos always have stories. They’re not just decoration, they’re armor. History. Promise.” He leaned closer to work on a particularly delicate curve, his breath warm against her neck. Raya’s heart hammered against her ribs, and she was certain he could feel it through the contact points between their bodies.

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.

I watch as his gaze slides over to Theo and he sees something that has his mouth falling open, a laugh escaping. “What the hell is that?” he asks, pointing to Theo’s bare chest. Theo furrows his brow, looking down at himself. “What?” I follow where Jax is pointing and right away, I see it. The name ‘Brooke’ in thick black ink, tattooed in large, swirly lettering across Theo’s left pec. Over his heart. I snort, shaking my head. “Jesus, man.” “What?!” Theo demands, looking from me to Jax.