Miranda's fingers tapped nervously on the counter of Ink Moon tattoo parlor, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet space. Today was no ordinary appointment. Her favorite client was coming in, the one who made her Alpha instincts roar and her professional composure crumble.

The bell above the door chimed, and Miranda's抬头 shot up, her pulse instantly accelerating. There she stood, wearing a simple dress that clung to every curve Miranda had committed to memory. The scent of her perfume—subtle, sweet, uniquely hers—drifted across the room, making Miranda's breath catch in her throat.

"Hi," Miranda managed, silently cursing the slight waver in her voice. "Come on back. Everything's ready."

She led the way to the private treatment room, her movements more rigid than usual. The sterile environment she'd meticulously prepared now felt charged with electricity. Instruments gleamed under the bright lights, and the stencil of the custom design waited on the tray—bold, elegant, and intended for a very intimate location.

Miranda explained the procedure with mechanical precision, her eyes carefully avoiding direct contact. "I'll need you to lie back on the table when you're ready," she said, keeping her voice steady through sheer force of will.

When her client undressed and settled onto the table, Miranda had to consciously remind herself to breathe. The intimate view made her dizzy, heat pooling low in her abdomen as she fought the primal Alpha urge to claim what she desperately wanted. She forced her attention to the stencil, carefully applying it while her hands trembled slightly—a reaction she'd never experienced with any other client.