Nox’s POV
I stood in front of the mirror eyeing the blue ink that spread across my chest for the thousandth time.
“Nox ! Is everything alright, son ? You’ve been inside the bathroom for more than an hour now,” Mom called out from the other side of the door.
I stared at the majestic, roaring form of the greyish-blue Alpha wolf emerging from a glowing blue thunderbolt with dark blue intricate designs that covered a major part of the left side of my chest and ended at the middle, just touching the right pec.
“Nox ? Son ? You’re making me worried. He is waiting for you.”
As if hypnotized, I traced the strong, sensuous curves that the tattoo made on my chest, in awe and marvelled at the mark formed.
Blue thunderbolts were the rarest of rare marks. They were noticed only twice in the last
