Valeria Tattoo Novels & Stories

She did not turn when the door clicked shut. Valeria dropped the duffel. The sound was soft, deliberate. She toed off her shoes, peeled off her hoodie, let her jeans fall. Underneath she wore nothing but a thin gold chain around her waist and the marks Elena had left the week before: faint yellow-green fingerprints on her hips, a bite on the swell of her breast just visible above the lace of her bra. She crossed the carpet slowly. Elena watched her reflection in the glass. “Lock the door,” Elena said.

I had a revenge plan to set in motion. I shot him a wry smile as I shook my head frantically. "I'm sorry, Chase, but I don't believe in bonds, and besides, I don't think I'm ready for that now." His eyes filled up with tears as he pleaded, saying, "Please, Valeria, I need you. The moon goddess placed a curse on me, and I will need to mark a mate to help lift the curse. Please, you have to believe me, Valeria." A curse?!

(Vera POV) “Vera! Can I talk to you for a second?” I turned to look at the girl who was looking at me with a pale face and helpless eyes. I wanted to say no to her, but couldn’t. I took a deep breath and nodded my head in yes. “Sure! What is it?” I answered, and she showed me a tattoo. “I belong to the Vega tribe of the northern pack, and we specialize in plant toxins and other things.” I furrowed my brow in confusion after hearing her words.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

The tattoo on her back? I looked back at Valentina’s breathless body, my throat closing up. She had always been so careful, and always watched her back. Had she known this was coming? Had she been trying to tell me something apart from what she had said on the phone? Who was the tattoo for? Was it a message for me? Or was it for someone else? I didn’t know. But I needed to find out. I wanted to flung the paper away, I wanted to stamp my feet, to punch something or someone.

Alpha Xavier stepped forward, a smug look playing on his lips, and began his story. “Valeria came to me two days before she left the pack,” he said, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “She asked for my help to escape. At first, I refused. But then she offered me her body in exchange.” Gasps echoed through the hall. The reaction was immediate. I felt Valeria tense beside me as she tried to speak, but I quickly reached for her hand, holding it firmly. She turned to look at me, anger blazing in her eyes, but I shook my head slightly, silently asking her to stay calm. Reluctantly, she held back, though I could feel the rage radiating from her.

Again she slipped out a folded piece of brown paper from her cleavage. I trailed off, looking at the brown flier she held in her hands. Her eyes slowly moving along lines of writing on the front side. I stood immediately, towering over her. “Valerie Mo'monte?” She asked. Indeed it was Valerie’s name on the Track and a good depiction of her face printed onto it. I’ve found it! My heart beat for joy and the pain from the welt on my leg suddenly disappeared. I snatched the Track from Sylria’s hands turning around and examining it. The Alpha Emeral indeed was a twisted and coning man, putting such a huge Bounty on Valerie’s head. This was the case, I was sure she would be in total refuge from pr

The grovelling man cups his face as he tumbles to the side. “Lift him up,” Don Valentino orders darkly as he removes his jacket, handing it to one of the five men under his command in the room, and he slowly begins to roll the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms. Nibbling on my lower lip, I admire the tattoos that decorate his toned forearms, but I quickly look away when Don Valentinos’ gaze collides with mine. When I look back at him, his gaze finds mine again, and he reaches into the pockets of his slacks, extracting a pair of gold-dusted knuckle busters.

Valerie whispered, her low, gravelly voice dropping to a tiny, reverent murmur. "Just drifting," Alessia replied softly, tilting her arms slightly so Valerie could see their daughter's face. Valerie reached up, her strong, scarred fingers trembling slightly as she gently brushed the pad of her thumb over Valia's tiny, soft cheek. Valia stirred, her minuscule hand reaching out blindly into the air until her fingers brushed against the cool metal of Valerie’s titanium ring. She gripped it tightly, a tiny anchor holding onto the woman who had spent a lifetime in the dark.

She inquired. Valeria's cheeks flushed as she said, "Quite well." It was her first week with Markos and she wanted a positive response from Valeria. "That is great.I have something for you, Valeria.” Stella said as she opened up a purple gift box and passed it to Valeria. "This pendant complements your efforts. Do you like it?"