Novel & Cerita Alpha's Forbidden Mark

I curse the blood she carries and every daughter born of it after her. The women of her line shall be drawn to Alphas the way water finds the lowest place. Not by choice. By design. They shall become entangled with men whose hearts are already claimed, men with Lunas who will not stand aside, and the bond that forms will be unbreakable by any hand except the Luna's own, sealed only when she spills Elenora blood. They shall not grow old. They shall not see their twenty-third year. They shall know love the way a moth knows fire, completely and briefly and without survival.

Marking me must have been part of the agreement,' I reasoned quickly. Alpha Roderick looked at my neck, his look turning even more furious. I saw the look of shock in his eyes and that was confirmation that I was actually marked. "How dare you?!" He fumed, his voice getting loud. His men advanced toward us, and Trevor's men did. Others emerged from the crowd, surprising everyone. Alpha Roderick looked around, unable to take action. He just sulked. They were unaware that his men had infiltrated the place long before now.

Hearing that witches are close to the next district over is definitely something to worry about. Our kind doesn’t like witches. They’re uncontrollable and usually cause more harm than good. Before they were banished from pack lands, every pack had a witch just like they have a doctor. There’s a story of an Alpha who was mated to a witch. She was married when he found her and he forced the mark on her and took her home. She brought famine, misfortune, and eventually death to their pack. When this was happening, other Alphas did what they could to protect their packs. A law was put into place to protect packs from the curse of the witches.

“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

"Don't give up on me, Alpha. Please! Let me live. We can figure everything out together." He groaned, helping me to my feet. His touch was surprisingly gentle, contrasting with the gruffness of his words. "My actions have consequences. You're an omega, and it's forbidden for an alpha like myself to mark you." "Please," I wept, my voice growing frantic. "Help me. I promise that after this, I'll disappear without a trace. I'll head outside the border and never step foot in here." He shook his head. "It doesn't work like that. I can't risk breaking the laws and traditions that have kept our pack strong for generations."

He said, and I smiled. "So, I had a question," I said "What is that, Princess?" Stephen asked "I was wondering why you and Steven didn't try to Mark me after Gwen and I Marked each other?" I asked, and he looked at me, shocked by my question. "To be honest with you, Princess. It was hard not to Mark you last night, but Steven and I can't mark you yet," Stephen said "Why," I asked "Because we are Alphas. Alphas are supposed to Mark their Mate in front of their Pack. It is a celebration, and we would have to Mark and Mate with you at the same time," Stephen said

Maybe I should petition a bill to the state governor and demand all pretty boys be removed? If I did that though, I wouldn't be able to look at him, and that in itself is criminal. Dyed blonde hair touches his shoulder. The strands sticking to the cotton sleeve of his shirt, and a sad sigh escapes my lips as my focus shifts to the beauty sitting next to him. Stephanie Michaels is a constant reminder of why I cannot and and will not ever have him. The blonde haired girl curls a manicured hand around his muscled biceps and leans into him. The front of her cheerleader uniform brushes against his chest as she whispers in his ear.

She pulled her chair closer, lowering her voice even though the room was fully soundproofed. Maisa looked up, panic in her eyes. “What will happen?” “He marked you,” Delwyn said bluntly. “Not a temporary protective mark. A binding Alpha mark.” Maisa clenched her fists. “I know it’s illegal.” “It’s not just illegal,” Delwyn shook her head, her voice trembling. “It’s slow suicide for an Alpha.” Maisa went numb. Delwyn turned the computer screen toward her. The ultrasound image was gone—replaced by a complex biological graph filled with overlapping fluctuations.

“I beg the Sixteen Elders: torture her until she reveals who she works for, which pack she belongs to, and what powers she carries.” A harsh silence fell. Reinhardt’s eyes opened at that moment… but he still didn’t speak. “Who is she?” one of the elders asked. Bertolt stepped forward, his tone dark and serious. “As all full-blood Schmidts know, there is a curse carried by every Alpha since the time of Alpha Julian. Reinhardt here is the third Alpha to bear this mark.” “Yes. True,” Old Lady Gertrude added. “The mark born from our war with the Magnolia Pack.”

I had become the monster I had promised to shield her from—someone who forced himself onto her without whether she was willing. "Alpha." Marcus spoke from the door, sounding disillusioned. "We need to talk." I didn't turn around. "Say what you came to say." "What you did was unforgivable." His words were precise, cutting. “The mating mark taboo is one of the worst offenses in our society. You know this." "I know." The confession burned my throat as it came out.