Alpha's Forbidden Mark Novels & Stories

“In Alpha training. It’s used in old compulsion rites. Oaths. Territorial bindings. It ties the marked wolf to the will and authority of the one who placed it.” The circle swayed around me. My mother, chained to a seal, throat branded with obedience. The image was obscene enough on its own. Added to everything else, it became unbearable. “So someone owned you,” I said, the words scraping my throat raw. “Was that before me? After me? Was any part of your life ever yours?” My mother closed her eyes for one heartbeat, then opened them and gave me the truth with nowhere left to hide. “Alpha Cameron’s father marked me,” she said.

She strides around the table and I sigh in relief as she stops in front of Alpha. She reaches for him, her fingers are painted red, and I wait for him to move back. Alpha doesn’t like to be touched without permission. When he doesn’t dodge away from her touch, he stands still as she paints a symbol on him. This is planned and I fear for what it means. Next, she turns to me, she dips her chin as she stares at my chest. I flinch when her fingers reach out to me. This doesn’t make her hesitate, I know it’s inevitable but I still try to get away. When her cold fingers touch my chest, I look down and watch as she draws the same symbol over my heart.

"Things don't have to end this way. Let him go, and maybe—just maybe—I won't put a bullet between your eyes." Rowan's laughter cut through the howling wind like broken glass. "And why the hell would I do that?" His lips twisted into a predator's smile, canines gleaming in the moonlight. "I'm the rightful Alpha of this pack. You're nothing but a pretender playing with daddy's crown." "My father earned that title with blood and honor," Damon snarled, his finger hovering over the trigger. "You forfeited any claim when you abandoned your pack like a coward."

“A creature of the night, a ruler of the forest. And you, Isabella, have been cursed by fate to be my mate—a position you are woefully unprepared for.” The words sent a fresh wave of confusion through me, mingling with the fear that already had me in its grip. Alpha? Creature of the night? None of it made sense, and yet the truth was there, staring me in the face, undeniable and terrifying. My mind struggled to grasp the reality of what he was saying, but all I could focus on was the cold, hard fact that Aiden was something far more dangerous than I had ever imagined. “I don’t understand,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What does that mean? How can I be… your mate?”

“What else did you hear?” “They have a list,” Yule whispered. “Next will be a girl named Serafina, and then an omega’s daughter. They want to trap you in a scandal, sir. They think if they can prove you’re ‘unnatural’ or disinterested in females, the Supreme Alpha will be forced to strip your command.” “Unnatural,” Maera repeated, a bitter taste in her mouth. “Because I won't bed every girl they shove through my door?” “In their world? Yes,” Yule said. “But I’ve been thinking. If they want a scandal, we give them one. But on our terms.”

I shuddered when I read the title, Luna's Curse and the Forgotten Bonds. I cautiously opened it, looking over the fragile writing. "The Mark of the Moon is a connection, not merely a boon. To endure it is to follow the course of fate, intertwined with the destinies of countless. My breath caught. Too much of the description seemed familiar. I continued reading. According to legend, Alphas attempted to use the Marked's power for personal benefit. Their avarice caused betrayals, conflicts, and lineages to end in disaster. The pages told tales of murder and mayhem, all involving people with scars similar to mine. One sentence, however, completely stopped me.

The realization settled upon me with a strange sense of inevitability, intertwining with a pulsating desire that echoed deep within my being. Though uncertainty lingered, a fierce resolve overcame me. I would willingly submit to his claim, embracing the profound connection we shared. In that moment, I understood that the Alpha's mark was more than a symbol of ownership; it was a testament to an unbreakable bond, a pledge of unwavering loyalty and love.

“You don't have to kill her directly. Just claim and mark her. Keep her somewhere well hidden. She will be dead within 48 hours and by then, the wedding should be over. Even if they find her on time, as long as she remains unconscious, nobody will be able to identify you until she dies. In the werewolf realm, an Alpha, be it male or female, can have as many Betas or Omega Delta or even another Alpha who chooses to submit. The only catch is that they must willingly submit. If an Alpha or any strong wolf forces another wolf to submit, the weak wolf can reject their markings. The rejection of a wolf's marking means slow death for the weak wolf because the spiritual essence that should have crea

“Why did that shameless Alpha Mark kick you from your position as his Gamma? Are you no longer capable of doing your duty?” “No,” he said after a long pause. “But something’s not right with him. Not anymore since you left—” His voice cracked near the end, the guilt bleeding through every word. Hurriedly, he cleared his throat before continuing. “Alpha Mark fell ill... a strange illness. We were forbidden to see him. Then one day, the verdict came, ‘I am no longer his Gamma.’ The order was signed and sealed by your sister, Brittany.”

It was pure chaos, a clash between the old law of rejection, and the divine power—the Mark. Alpha Cyrus pounded his fist on the podium. “Silence!” The sheer force of his Alpha command silenced the room instantly. He looked at me, then at Justin, his gaze thoughtful. “The prophecy of the Queen Luna is known. The Mark is real. But the law of Rejection is also complete!" He turned to Fenris. “Alpha Fenris, you have claimed her as your mate. You know the price of claiming a rejected wolf. You invite war upon yourself and your Pack.”