All Chapters of Marked by My Alpha's Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The air at the northern border was freezing, thick with the metallic stench of blood and churned mud. Alpha Marcus Vance stood atop a snow-dusted hill, looking down at the smoking ruins of a rogue camp. He wiped dark rogue blood from his blade, his breath escaping in heavy white plumes. The biting wind ripped through his heavy fur cloak, but he didn't feel the chill. Inside him, his wolf was entirely quiet—cold, dominant, and satisfied. The battle was over. He had won. Again.At forty-two years old, Marcus was stronger and more lethal than any other Alpha in the northern territories. But he was also entirely alone. He had spent his youth building a ruthless empire, trading peace for power, and fighting endless wars. He never cared for romance or the foolish poetry of fated mates. He assumed the Moon Goddess had simply skipped over him, or perhaps she deemed him too brutal to ever hold a woman gently. He was perfectly fine with that. Power was a shield; love was a liability."Alpha,"

The Grand Hall was filled with a roaring chaos of noise, crackling firelight, and the heavy, rich scent of roasted meat. Hundreds of Silver Ridge pack members sat at long, rugged wooden tables, drinking dark ale and shouting over the din. But the exact millisecond the heavy oak doors groaned open, the entire room fell dead silent.Elena stood at the precipice of the stone stairs, her hand trembling violently.She had been forced into a long, obsidian-dark velvet gown that entirely covered the raw, angry mark on her shoulder, but she couldn't mask the invisible, suffocating bond anchoring her to the man beside her. Marcus stood right next to her, his massive frame radiating pure, unyielding dominance. He didn't touch her, but his crushing Alpha aura enveloped her like a steel cage, forcing every single werewolf in the room to instantly lower their heads in submission."Walk," Marcus murmured near her ear, his breath a warm, dangerous breeze. "Keep your head high. You are not a victim

Chaos erupted with catastrophic violence.The rogue wolves moved like jagged shadows, their snarling jaws snapping under the cold moonlight. Devon’s two guards near the truck didn't even have time to shift before the massive lead rogue slammed into them like a battering ram, throwing them to the bloody gravel."Rogue invasion!" one of Marcus's elite warriors screamed, drawing his broadsword. "Form a perimeter! Protect the Alpha!"Devon stepped back in horror, his righteous anger instantly vaporizing as the brutal reality of war crashed down around him. He looked at the massive, slavering invaders, then down at his poisoned father, and finally at Elena, who lay shivering on the ground. He stood frozen, completely paralyzed by the sudden onslaught."Devon!" Elena choked out, pushing herself up with slick, trembling hands. Her body still burned from the wolfsbane running through Marcus’s veins, but pure survival adrenaline forced her to her feet. "Shift! We have to fight!"Marcus let out

The thick, iron-scented air of the courtyard didn’t clear after Marcus shifted back into his human form, but the suffocating pressure of his wrath lessened just enough for Elena to draw a ragged breath. The world stopped spinning, though the gravel beneath her palms still felt ice-cold. "Secure the perimeter," a booming voice commanded. It was Marcus. Elena raised her head weakly, her vision adjusting to the moonlight. Marcus stood tall, completely unbothered by his nakedness or the dark, purplish blood weeping from the closing wound on his ribs. The silver light she had poured into him was still humming beneath his skin, making his massive frame look as though it were forged from starlight and shadow. His eyes, now a permanent, piercing blend of gold and swirling silver, locked onto the perimeter guards. "Take the traitors to the black cells," Marcus rumbled, his gaze shifting coldly to Devon. Devon was already being forced to his knees by three elite pack warriors. Heavy sil

The suffocating weight of Marcus’s Alpha aura flooded the damp corridor like an incoming tide. The torches flickered, their flames shrinking under the sheer pressure of his arrival. Elena froze, her hands still gripping the freezing iron bars of Devon’s cell. "I believe I gave an explicit command for you to remain in my quarters, Elena," Marcus’s voice boomed from the shadows of the stairwell. Every step of his heavy boots against the stone floor echoed like a death knell. He stepped into the torchlight, his broad frame filling the narrow hallway. He had changed into a clean, regal black tunic embroidered with silver thread at the collar, but his jaw was tight, and his gold-silver eyes burned with a dangerous, possessive fire. Elena’s inner wolf cowered, but she forced herself to stand her ground, shielding the view of Devon’s cell with her body. "He is your son, Marcus. You can't leave him down here to rot in silver chains." Marcus stopped just inches away from her. The overpower