Alpha Markus Novels & Stories

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."

But Marcus cannot even stretch both of his arms to wrap his hands around the Alpha King’s throat as the shackles on his wrists and ankles, made from pure silver, made sure his suffering is tight and uncomfortable. The corner of my mouth twitched. It's time to squeeze my father for his secrets. “Where is he, Marcus?” He glared back at his only daughter. I simply glared back at him as he asked, “Who?” “Marcos, former Alpha of the Blackwind Pack,” Kallias replied for me as he’s sure that his mate is more of a walking blizzard than he already is. I let a little of Kallias’ icy stare reflect on my own.

Alpha Markus's face contorts with pain, his eyes filled with regret and sorrow. "You read her diary?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper. "I can't deny the truth of those words. I was consumed by ambition and power in those days. My actions were driven by a desire to assert dominance and secure our pack's position. I made choices that I'm not proud of, choices that hurt those around me, including Esther. But I didn't kill her or Alpha Bob. I didn't destroy her pack either." I don't know what to believe. Alpha Markus seems sincere, but if he didn't kill her, who did?"

“Oh, Mark, forgive me—I must have missed the part where you were appointed as the authority on what women can or can’t do. Or was it just the last brain cell rattling around in that thick skull of yours that decided it was a good idea to threaten me?” I stepped closer, my tone as sweet as venom. “And here I thought your Alpha trained you to be a little smarter than to provoke someone who can tear you down with a single sentence. Shall we test that theory? Or would you like to see my wolf?” My alpha aura spilled out to the level that Mark couldn’t stand it. His surprise was apparent in his eyes as he inclined his neck in submission. “You forget,” I lashed at him. “I am an Alpha, and you are n

He said, inhaling the nicotine. "Oh, then what did you do?" Marco said, pretty interested in the conversation since they were talking about their luna. "I kissed her cheek, no big deal." He said proudly, smiling shyly. "Bro! That's our Alpha!" Cole exclaimed and did the man hug with him and Marco did the same.

Markus affirmed as if it was a universal truth. I shook my head, "I'm not good with taking responsibilities." Markus scoffed, "Do you think I am? I make a lot of mistakes even when I am at such a high position." Lucien intervened, "And here I thought you have no self awareness." Markus pouted, "That's not the point. The point is that even though I make mistakes, I am still pretty good at my job. That's why the Alpha chose me." He grinned at Lucien. "You are far more thoughtful and considerate than I am. You'll be amazing as a Beta. Or do you want to be an Alpha? That's why you are concerned?"

He was sending message to his only friend, Adom. The most delectable, earth-shattering scent worked its way through Ash foggy brain as she took deep breaths. The scent of apples and jasmine and a beautiful base note of roses all accented by the most perfect scent of Alpha he had ever had the pleasure of smelling invaded hid lungs. Alpha, the scent of Alpha. His Alpha! "MY ALPHA" she barked out as the realisation hit him like one of those new steam trains. She sat bolt upright as his eyes sprang open, which was a mistake, not the biggest one he had made today, admittedly, but bad enough. He slumped back onto the sofa as a wave of dizziness overtook him.