Accidentally Marked By The Alpha King Novels & Stories

Thor called out from within the crowd and they all went quiet immediately but I could still feel the tension in the air. The King cleared his throat, grabbing all attention to himself once again. “Before you all, I’d like to mark her as mine….bound my the moon goddess and the one who would bring me heirs.” He grabbed my wrist and before I knew it, he sank his teeth into it. But the burn flared at my neck, not where he bit. I knew instantly what it meant. I’d been marked… by the Alpha King and our deal had been sealed.

With a sense of trepidation, Terrance and the many Alphas that got to know of the his presence moved to welcome him. The Alpha King nodded and “hummed” in reply to their greetings and strolled into the hall, he paused, closing his eyes to take in a scent that was new yet familiar. His red eyes brightened, and his lips curled into a sly smile. "Got ya," he muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the surrounding for the source of the scent. ******* Ava, who was being “dolled up” by Maeve in her room in the pack house was preoccupied with the strange mark on her wrist.

The same mark that sentenced forgotten children to their graves is now blazing on my skin for the whole world to see. The Alpha King didn't just reject me through Kael because I was a Beta's daughter. He was terrified of me. He knew that if the true sovereign mark ever manifested, his tyrannical rule over the packs would crumble to dust. I look back down at the scorched paper, the ink seeming to twist before my eyes. Kael had sat in his study with his father, discussing alliances and warriors, completely blind to the fact that his own father had put a hit out on the girl he once promised to love.

He barked, the men immediately let go of me and I barely sensed them leave. "Did you think I won't find out?!" He snarled, approaching me. He towered over me and I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves. I swallowed hard, looking up at him, trying to hide the fear in my eyes. He couldn't know... Adlartok said it won't be traced back to me. "You dare conspire with another Alpha Prime to send a hit man into my continent to kill me!!!" He thundered. Oh Eda,

“How the hell am I going to explain this?” I turned my neck to one side, then the other, as if changing the angle would magically erase them. “I can’t wear a scarf to dinner… it’s summer!” I groaned. Then I leaned in closer, inspecting the damage like a crime scene investigator. These weren’t just love marks. They were claims. The Alpha King didn’t just touch—I was starting to believe he branded. My cheeks flushed as flashes of what we did danced in my mind like forbidden fire. Gods, I needed to get it together.

For now, you must endure. The Alpha King has marked you. Because of that, I cannot ask you to kill him, a lycan’s mark is different. If he dies, so will you… and I would never risk that. Just gain something we can use to our advantage. Send me letters as you used to. I have people inside the palace. I will ensure your safety. I love you, Althea. I’ll see you soon.] Althea exhaled softly. “Done,” she murmured.

“Your brother got off easy last time. This time we make sure the message sticks. Stay away from the Alpha King. Or next time, we come for the old woman… and you.” He shoved me hard. I crashed into the kitchen counter, pain exploding in my hip. My hand flew to my belly instinctively. Lucas tried to get up again. They kicked him down once more. Blood trickled from a new cut on his forehead. I crawled toward him, sobbing. “Please… stop hurting him…” The leader crouched beside me. His eyes were cold behind the mask. “This is what happens when you play with fire, girl. Tell your Alpha boyfriend we said hello.”

Dread curled in my gut . "Know what?" A deep voice answered from behind them. "That you are no longer my mate." My body turned to ice. I looked up. And there he was. My mate. My Alpha. My only hope. His eyes were cold and distant. It was full of disgust. "A.. Alpha.." I whispered. "Did you think I wouldn’t hear?" His voice was as sharp as a blade. "Did you think I wouldn’t know how you threw yourself at another man?" "No," I gasped. "It wasn’t like that! I was.. "

“Yes, his late father was a good friend of mine. He is a good kid. Did he bother you?” “Not at all, he was extremely fun throughout the tour.” “Good.” “Father?” She called. “Yes?” “What’s a pack?” Brynn paused in surprise, but his face was unhinged. “Because Phil said something about a pack, an alpha, and being unmarked,” She said, “At first it made me think of him as a freak, but after that, he was entirely fun. So Dad, what’s a pack?” Brynn looked at her, “It’s nothing important, it’s a term we use in my world, same meaning as elites.” He said.

Dad growls, suspicion thick in his voice. “Uh… to paint his nails?” she tries, glancing at me in panic. But I can’t save her—not from this—not when the bond hasn’t clicked into place. “Mmhmm… And what colour is he painting them?” Dad presses. Just then, Ryan steps in through the garage, his voice calm but nervous. “Alpha, it’s my fault. I’m so sorry. We were drunk… getting drunker… and I accidentally marked her. But I promise, as soon as it happened, I stopped myself. She may be marked—but she’s not mated. I would never cross that line until she’s of age.”