Page 36 of Rise of the Alpha

Snapping my attention from my inner turmoil and back to the woman standing in front of me, I see her impatiently tapping her booted foot on the floor with her hip popped at me. “Earth to Wylla! Are you ready?”

“Shit! Yeah, sorry, Magz, I was daydreaming.” I stand up, sliding my feet into my rubber clogs. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.” With that, I grab her hand and drag her from the room, heading to the elevator, so we make it toInked Yaon time.

Magnolia

I’m sitting in the chair as Hex cleans my arm, then places the stencil of the tattoo I picked on my outer left bicep. It’s going to look fucking amazing when it’s done, an outline of a wolf and girl, both howling at the sky. It’s the perfect first tattoo, representing the two parts of me.

“Okay, you are positive you want this?” he asks, as he picks the gun up from the table.

“Positive.” I’ve never wanted something more in my life, other than freedom from my pack. I know Wylla and the guys said I would always have someone, but I’m afraid. I’ve only just met them. What happens if their feelings for me change, and I’m left all alone after leaving the only pack I’ve ever known? My real fear is that something far worse could happen, and my pack retaliates, causing the people I’ve come to care about to be hurt. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.Fuck! I have so much to think about and figure out.

“Alright then, let's get started.” He turns on the gun, the sound easing my anxious nerves as the first prick of the needle hits my skin.

The humming mixed with the vibrations lull me into a calm as I cast my gaze around the room. My sight catches on Wylla as she talks to the gorgeous female artist who’ll be doing her tattoo. She’s a beautiful, busty blonde covered in the most colorful art that seems to tell a story. Confusion hits me at the jealousy I feel when she playfully swats at Wylla’s arm as she hands her a folded up piece of paper. It’s the same one she hurriedly shoved in her back pocket back at the dorms when she denied my request to look at it.

She looks my way, and I duck my head, trying to avert my attention elsewhere, so it isn’t so obvious I was blatantly staring at her. My face grows hot when the girl gives Wylla a seductive smile just before she begins to bite on her lip, allowing her teeth to drag across it. I know for a fact if Wylla was doing that to me, my panties would be soaked. I wonder if Wylla’s are? Is she attracted to this girl? I shouldn’t be worrying about it or feeling so jealous. I’m apparently mated to multiple people according to Wylla, and even if I wasn’t, I’ve already been promised as a mate to members of my pack.

Wylla takes a seat and lies back on the bed, as the artist begins to ready her tray, moving her chair in my line of sight, blocking my view of Wylla. As time passes, they continue to talk in hushed tones that I can't hear.That’s fucking odd.Being a wolf, I should be able to hear everything they’re saying, which leads me to believe that Wylla cast some type of spell. Is she into this girl and doesn’t want me to hear? Is she talking about me? The tattoo? Fuck, why am I feeling this way?

“Hey, Magz,” Hex shakes my arm, attempting to gain my attention.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. What did you need?” Looking down, I can see the tattoo is outlined but not finished.

“I was letting you know I’m taking a quick break to get a different shade of gray ink, I really want some contrast in the shading. So if you want to stand and stretch or use the bathroom, now would be the time.”

“Okay,” is the only thing I can manage to say.

Looking around the room, I fight the impulse, urging me to move closer to Wylla to try to eavesdrop on their conversation that she is obviously keeping masked from me. My strength is dwindling as my will to know what’s happening between them grows stronger.

Glancing around the room, I take in all the different designs for tattoos plastered on the wall before I catch the girl lying on the bed in the far corner. Her shirt is laying across her legs, leaving her breasts exposed to all who can see. Her nipple is held captive in these metal clamps the piercer is holding.

“It’s hot, isn’t it? A woman with her tits pierced always makes my cock rock hard,” Hex’s deep voice rumbles in my ear as his hot breath skirts across the rim of my ear.

“Does it hurt? Umm… with… you know sex…” God, I feel like an idiot talking to him, not even able to express a complete thought without stumbling over my words.

“Well, some say it hurts for just a bit while it’s being done. While others say it hurts like hell after. But everyone says it’s fucking amazing sexually. Having their partner tug on them, hook chains to them. The things you could do are endless.” His eyes are staring right at me, burning a hole right into my soul.

“I want to do mine,” I announce boldly. It’s time I do what I want with my body and stop worrying about my father and the pack. Plus, what they can’t see won’t hurt them.

“Then hop that fine ass back in the chair and let's get you finished. We don’t have much more, just some shading, then we’ll be done.” Doing as he says, I sit back down as he resumes working on my tattoo. My mind drifts, thinking of how it’ll feel having my nipples pierced, having them pulled and tugged on as shocks of pleasure explode through my body. The thoughts are so vivid in my mind that a small moan escapes my lips before I can even stop it. A deep rumbling growl echoes through the air. “Keep that up, little wolf, and you’ll have a crow descending on you ready to feast on the greatest meal he’s ever had. Your moans have my cock begging to bust free from my pants and trust me, I don’t think Wylla will like that one bit.” He looks over his shoulder, causing me to follow where his line-of-sight ends.Wylla. “And by the look in her eyes, if I act upon what I want to do, she’ll have me tied to a stick roasting over a fire.”

He gets back to work on my arm, finishing up the shading, leaving me to mull over his words while stealing glances at Wylla. Once he’s done, he cleans the area before placing someSorry Mombalm on it along with some clear cling wrap as he goes over the care instructions with me. Once he is sure I understand, he guides me over to the woman who I watched pierce the other girl’s nipples.

“Jewel, this is Magz, and she wants to get her cute, little nipples pierced.” He lets her know.

“Cool, are you comfortable out here or do you prefer a private room?” she asks, as she finishes cleaning the bed she just used.

“Private!” I announce quickly and without thought. There’s no way in hell I’m ready to expose my chest to anyone, much less a room of people.

“No problem, let me finish up here, and we’ll head to the room right over there.” She gestures to the room, where the door is open to the left of her.

Hex places his hand on the small of my back, before letting it slide around my side and pulls me closer to him. “Need any help with taking care of your tattoo or piercings, just give me a call. And if you want help with the other,” dropping his eyes to my crotch, “I'm your man, I’ll fly there in a minute.” He gives a small squeeze before letting his hand fall away, and he turns and walks away, heading over to his work area to clean up.

“Okay, Magz, let's get you taken care of.” She motions towards the room, heading inside, and I quickly follow behind her.

Twenty minutes later, I’m putting my shirt back on, still in shock that I not only got a tattoo but two, no wait technically three piercings since getting here.Who the hell am I?Now it’s kicking in what I’ve done and fear and worry take over thinking about how the hell my father is going to respond.

Magnolia

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