Novel & Cerita Mother's Keeper Tattoo

I asked Zion. He scrutinized my outfit choice. Black slacks, black button-down shirt, and a silver vest. The sleeves were rolled up, proudly showing off the new tattoo that I had Dante do for me. It was my girl’s name in Arabic inside of a fractal overlay. Our pups names were also placed within it in Arabic. “I think that Mama will love it. Are you nervous?” he asked me. Was I nervous? Nah. Not really. I was excited more than anything. I was a little anxious, hoping that she would like what I had planned out for the night.

I asked as my breath hitched at the sound of the tattoo gun turning on. “Try not to move too much, okay?” He said as I nodded before hissing as the needle touched my skin, “My first tattoo was a mist of my mother, the mist was from the hot air of a wolf howling, I got it on my right arm,” he said as I bit my lip at the imaginable sight, “That a lot for your first tattoo?” I repeated his saying as he chuckle, “I was going through a lot at that time and I wanted to honor my mother,” he said as I hissed, “I’m sorry,” he apologized as I sighed, “It’s alright,” I said before closing my eyes, feeling as he caressed my butt.

My mother speaks first, her voice steady but filled with tenderness. “Tara,” she begins, holding out the pouch, “inside is the bracelet my grandmother gave me. She said it would give me the courage to be the mate my pack deserved and the strength to be the partner my mate needed. Now, it’s yours.” She opens the pouch, revealing a delicate gold bracelet with tiny moonstones embedded in the links. As she clasps it onto Tara’s wrist, the light of the stones seems to pulse briefly, as if acknowledging Tara’s readiness to wear it.

Since I got that tattoo in memory of my mother, I decide to start with that. "They're Lisianthus'. They were my mother's favorites." I keep my voice even, trying not to show too much emotion as I remember how Mom used to always have fresh flowers in the house. It was her thing to do every Friday. "I wanted to carry a piece of her close to my heart. If you look closely, you'll see I have another scar, just underneath." I look at Camille. Tears fill her eyes, showing her pain for me. They stream down her cheeks, and she looks away from me.

he comforted her, losing his tight grip on her, so he could see her tattoo. The tattoo from the moon goddess, a sign that she has been accepted into the park, meaning she’s clean and worthy? Also, a sign that she’s his forever. The grey wolf stood with his neck up, like he was howling into the sky, regulus smiled proudly as he looked at the familiar picture of his wolf on her shoulder, the wolf drawing was the same as he is in reality. It drew from her shoulder down to her left breast cleavage and stopped very close to the tip of her left nipple. Satisfied with what he saw, he closed the shower and carried her out of the shower.

I look for a way out and remember Sawyer's tattoo. "Mum I will tell you about it later but I just want to tell you that I saw Sawyer's tattoo." Her gaze sinks. "What is it?" I was disappointed at her reaction. Wasn't she the one who told me to find out? I told her anyways. "It's like the moon with the sun and it covers from his shoulder to the arm. There are other images but the clearest is what I have told you." I see my mother's face turn pale at this information. "Was he the same person?" I ask, hoping for a negative answer.

The key is on her skin. Drake’s words from last night replayed over and over again in my mind, making my fingers tremble as I traced the tattoo on my hip…a delicate swirl of vines and moons that my father had painted himself when I was twelve. For protection, he had said, his eyes sad. Had he known even then what it would cost us? Cost me? I felt a sudden pull deep in my chest and I gasped in shock. The mate bond…faint but persistent…tugged me toward the door just as a soft, almost hesitant knock sounded from the other side.

I joked as I handed the spatula back to him. “I never thought I’d have a beautiful woman to teach,” he replied. His face held a seriousness as his green eyes studied me. I blushed as I stepped closer to him. My fingers glided gently atop his exposed chest. His breath caught at my touch and I slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. My fingers traced over the rose and birds on his abdomen. “What do your tattoos mean?” He inhaled a long breath as my fingers continued tracing the black lines. “My mother’s name was Rose.”

“Mom, you’ll be able to see all of the bite marks on my arms and neck.” “Sweetheart, those marks show two things about you. First, that you can withstand a lot in a battle and survive; and second, that you have found your mate and he has claimed you. You should wear both of those markings with pride. You are a Guardian, and every bite mark that you have on your body proves that you are a strong survivor.” “What about you, mother? You always hide your scars,” I say to her. She looks at me, taking my hands. “Maybe it’s time that I start wearing mine with pride as well. Let’s look for a dress that will show the world that you are my daughter.”

My chest started to hurt, confusing me until I glanced down and saw the intricate filigree tattoo that weaved itself across the top of my breasts, down both of my arms, and stopping at my elbows. Chuckling Conri traced the design with his index finger and said, “Proof that you are my true queen.” A flood of confidence filled me and I grinned at the newfound strength that encompassed me internally. “I have a queen's mark, pretty cool,” I giggled. Running his hand through his hair Conri nodded. “It is Jade, it means that you are born of royal blood. Your real mom must have been a royal and an important one because your pattern is very unique,” he said firmly as he studied the lovely tattoo. I