Soulbound Ink

Before they were mates, their souls were bound in ink.

Joel is just your average human omega—overworked, underpaid, and doing his damnedest to smile his way through it. He’s living for himself and no one else, because let’s face it, he doesn’t have time for dating, and he’d probably just end up with a loser anyway, so why bother? It’s with himself in mind that he walks into a tattoo parlor to get his first ink, however he walks out with more than he paid for… He’s been marked by his fated mate.

Alpha North is a jaguar shifter, his sleek black fur the same color as the ink he tattoos his clients with. People wait years for a chance to get inked by him, even knowing they don’t get a choice about what he’ll choose to mark them with. Heck, it’s part of the appeal. They know the rules: No requests, no speaking, and most importantly, never, ever hit on him. This jaguar is saving himself for his mate. When his mate walks in the door, though, his people skills are more than a little rusty. Does he talk to him like any normal guy would? Nope. Instead, his jaguar convinces him to mark him as theirs.