Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha – Chapter 7

Careful attention was required today. Both tattoos we were working on today were complex with a lot of intricate shading. Complete focus was required for the quality of work we’d become known for.

It was the reason we were able to afford our tattoo shop and the loft we lived in above it. After doing a sleeve and chest work for the President of the Grimm Motorcycle Club a year ago, word had spread quickly, and bikers from several states made appointments for custom artwork.

I’d always loved to draw. My first job after we’d fled was with a local tattoo parlor. With an ID in hand that said I was eighteen, I certainly hadn’t looked it, not with the fresh face and innocence of my true fifteen-year-old self at the time. The owner had been suspicious, but after some trial sketches, he liked my work enough to hire me anyway. I smiled at the irony-I wasn’t legally old enough to get a tattoo, but there I was, madly writing in permanent ink on the flesh of every type of client under the sun.

ntly filled in whenever another staff member called out or didn’t show.

l in love with everything the little town had to offer, and for the first time, we both felt we could stay in one place a little longer.

ung low on my hips.

r Wolf’s eyes that I couldn’t seem to get out of my head.

dness that mirrored my own-a longing to be a part of a Pack. Wolves were social creatures, and we’d been on our own for too long. Just our little family of two. It was shocking to think I hadn’t seen another Wolf in over thre

spected it was my way of subconsciously trying to surround Lucky and myself with a Pack-even if they were just in paint.

” he asked, glancing in my direction.

hey’d sold very quickly, and she’d come back for more. But I wasn’t sure I was ready to give up this piece and murmured, “I don’t know. Maybe.”

d slightly, refocusing on the painting.

artwork where my real initials, HD for Hycinth Diamonte. I pointed to two swirls by the wolf’s ear. Luca nodded.

clock face jolted me out of our softly-spoken moment.

’s arm.

ur home, we unlocked the shop. The familiar smell of antiseptic and bleach wafted into my nostrils. I wrinkled my sensitive nose. The scents were quite strong but necessary to keep the work area and instruments sterile.

tivity, our workstations were ready.

ight

m the Grimm MC walked inside. Leroy immediately walked to Luca and clasped his hand, greeting him heartily, “Whiskey.”

it’s only nine in the morning.”

need to be liquored up before I can even think about touching your foul skin.”

nto the chair and grunted, “Least you could do is share.”

le. Looking over his shoulder at Tommy, he asked, “Tommy?”

, not bothering to take his eyes off of me. “I’ve got everything I need right

turned to his station and handed the bottle to Leroy.

ed him, “Tommy, stop provoking him.”

You’re just too delicious to be i

tation. He was getting pissed off.