Valeria Tattoo Novels & Stories

He’s never asked about this memory because he thinks I have partial amnesia, and I might not even know what he’s talking about. “She has tattoos…” Olivia pointed to six tattoos that this lady has, and I don’t have. How is it possible that Alpha Kieran hasn’t noticed this? “And you don’t have tattoos. If Valeria knows about this, then you’re doomed,” she uttered hastily while turning the picture into her pocket.

The lights were dim. I pushed open the doors to my laboratory and stopped. Valeria was standing by my workstation. She looked terrible. Her hair was tangled and unwashed. Her clothes were wrinkled. The bandages were gone from her head, revealing a scar on her forehead. A scar I had given her when I did nothing at all. A scar from her own lies, her own schemes, her own desperate grab for power. She had a bottle in her hand. Whiskey, by the smell of it. She took a long drink and set the bottle down on my clean workstation.

~Caius~ I stared at the crack in the altar, watching the symbols on my hands do this weird pulsing thing. The array was going way harder than any of my calculations predicted and I'd run those numbers at least fifteen times last night instead of sleeping. Valeria's royal bloodline was insane, like off-the-charts insane, strong enough to wake up whatever had been passed out inside this thing for centuries. The probability of this shouldn't even exist. Out of the corner of my eyes, Valeria stood in the center with these golden marks spreading across her cheeks, and she had that expression, the one where she was pretending to be brave but was actually scared shitless underneath.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

“I have a mate—and a wife. Nothing is going to happen between us.” My jaw tightened as I stood up, irritation burning into my chest. What the hell…? He was still clinging to that ridiculous mate bond. And this woman—what exactly was she doing? Did she not even know how to fucking seduce a man? “Liam… she’s nothing, just an orphan beta… she doesn't deserve you," Valeria said softly as she stood up, her hands trailing up his arm, her touch lingering. I watched closely, waiting as my mind anticipated.

“Yes, you are right. You see, we asked each other what we both see in the future, and she told me that she sees herself being free. Free from me. I don’t know where that came from, but now I’m starting to think that it’s from Ivy showing up at my room when she was there.” She goes silent for a moment. I wait for her to say something revolutionary, but in the end, she just says, “Wow.” “Well?” I prompt. “Do you think it’s just me being a man-whore before she came up?” “To be honest, I don’t think so.” She pauses to think. “You saw it for yourself. Miss Valeria grew up in an unstable home. There are things that she seems to be hiding about herself, about her past. She seems to have suffered a

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

The fabric rubbed against my raw skin, and the sharp discomfort was remarkably effective at erasing whatever foolish thoughts I’d entertained about wearing the rogue’s clothes. By the time I returned to camp, Tyler and Valeria were both awake. Valeria was taming her auburn curls into braids with the focused determination of a woman who refused to surrender her beauty standards simply because she happened to be sleeping in a forest. Tyler was already saddling the horses.

"Alpha Valerio, we weren't expecting your visit so suddenly," Leonardo relayed with a respectful bow to Valerio who sat proudly with his legs crossed in the living hall. He knew Valerio would visit, but he wasn't expecting it so soon. He turned to look at his twin cousins, Silvia and Marina, who both had striking blue eyes and long, blonde hair. Their resemblance was uncanny, they both had clear, pale skin and a curvy, hourglass figure with a noticeable big breasts. They were both dressed in beautiful, flowing black gowns. Silvia stood out a bit more, as her right arm was covered in an intricate, red and green long-sleeved tattoo.

VALERIA [Flash back] My name is Valeria Hoover, most of my close friends call me Val. I'm the illegitimate daughter of Beta Sam and an Omega of the lowest rank in The Enchanted Shadows pack. My job is to clean and scrub. My father, who feels disgusted by my sight even though I have his blood flowing through my veins. The hatred he bore for me increased a thousandfold when he married Camilla. She made things worse for me. I had no idea who my biological mother was, and when I tried to find her, there was no trace of her existence. When I tried to ask my father about her, I faced cruel insults and brutal beatings, which eventually led to the assault.