Alpha Markus Novels & Stories

The man was strong in voice but lacked in size telling me he wasn’t ranked so should the need arise I knew I could take him out. “I’m Alpha Mykel Atwood to The Mountain Forest Pack and this is your Alpha, Lilith Atwood.” “Bullshit how could your pretty little Luna be our Alpha. Looks like she would be strong in the bedroom sure, but leading a pack? That job belongs to a man. His name is Alpha Tye.” “You know who we are now tell us who you are.” The men all laughed as the man holding the gun pushed it closer the barrel now touching my nose.

Alpha Markus speaks up after listening to Nikolas bullshit for a while. Markus is well respected in the werewolf world, he was left abandoned as a child forcing him to build everything he has from dirt. The strength and kindness of his pack earned him a gold badge in most peoples eyes despite the few haters, I'm glad Chloe is mated with him and not someone like Nikola. "SHE will be the one to kill us! SHE will be downfall to us all! If we take her out now we ca-" crunch. "WOULD ANYONE ELSE LIKE TO SPEAK UP!" I roar dropping his mushed up brain and skull onto the floor. His body slid down the wall before hitting the floor.

Marcus asked through gritted teeth. “What does it fucking look like am doing? Are you densed to not have figured it out yet?” he was getting irritated by the man as the minutes go by. “Wait, she’s your...No it cannot be. She’s soiled and filthy. Hannah is a whore that only deserves pain and misery. She cannot be your mate, she’s—-” “I would watch my next words very carefully if i were you” Lukas stepped forward cutting him off. “How dare you all come into my land and take what is mine” Alpha marcus was now raising his voice like a mad man.

I whisper, stunned by the revelation that the man I’ve admired all my life is my mate—the new Alpha of the Green Peaks Pack. When I look up, Alpha Aleksandr is no longer focused on me. Instead, he stands beside Marinka, his girlfriend. Marinka is the darling of the pack—beautiful, bold, and a great leader. As the youngest daughter of two esteemed Gammas and the current Lead Warrior, she’s a perfect match for him. I can’t deny it—I’m envious. She’s as perfect as he is.

Fear coiled up my spine. “Who are you?” I managed, though my voice was barely audible. “What manner of creature are you?” “I am Marek,” he said. “Alpha of this territory.” Alpha. The word meant nothing to me, yet it vibrated with force. With power. With something ancient and dangerous. He took another step closer. I scrambled backward so fast I slipped, my elbow hitting the log behind me. Pain jolted up my arm. A raw scream tore from my throat.

"Please don't hold this against my Alpha." I blinked. "What?" Marcus lowered his head further, his shoulders sinking. "I'm the Beta of the Gray Pack. I represent my Alpha. You gave me a task, and I failed." I sighed, turning back to the window. The sheer absurdity of his fear was tiring. "I'm not going to punish your Alpha because you couldn't find one woman in an estate full of guests." Marcus finally looked relieved, his posture loosening slightly as he took a breath. "Thank you."

A True Queen of Rogues. (Alpha Marcus Black ) The Alpha who never seeks a mate. He was happy with his pack. An ideal Alpha for his pack. He never let anyone harm his pack. The best friends of his Beta and Delta. The best partner for his girlfriend. He was kind-hearted, sweet, strong, and powerful.

She told me. His name was Marcus and he was from the mountain pack, one of the allied ones that had been least damaged by Destan’s operation. He had been in the inter-pack sessions because his Alpha trusted him with the complicated communications work. He was thirty-one and had been a beta for six years and had a very dry sense of humour that had apparently come through clearly even in the professional message context. “What did he say,” I said. “The first thing that was not professional.” She was pink again. “He asked if I always contributed that much in sessions or if I was showing off.”

The same physical and facial appearance just like Alaric and I assume his personality is opposite to that of Alaric just as the rumors may have it. His voice snaps me out of my thoughts. “Ladies and gentlemen of the allied packs,” says the Ashbourne alpha, his voice deep and resonant. “I, Alpha Marcus, welcome you all. Let us proceed with honor.” One by one, they speak. I observe quietly. “Lady Tessa,” a voice says. It’s the Ashbourne alpha, Marcus, a tall man with piercing blue eyes. He approaches me, standing in front of me. The hall quiets slightly.

"I don't know him. You might, I think. I don't know if he's from your pack. Alpha said he's flying in from Alaska right now with his daughter, to bring her to your brother. It's his Beta." Stella thought for a moment that she was going to be ill, like she had been the previous night. While she was definitely still operating at human strength, she hadn't had another bout of nausea since waking, but now she pressed the back of her hand to her mouth because she thought she might be sick again. "Lars? He said he's giving you to Lars?" "That was the name. Mostly he kept referring to him as Luca's second in command. And his daughter's mate. But mate's don't matter much here."