Alpha's Forbidden Mark Novels & Stories

“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

Theo was given special time as the Beta, and was even allowed to hold the baby as long as he wished because of his closeness with Cillian. He cradled little Aaron in his arms and smiled down at him in adoration. He’d had his time with the baby and when he was about to put the baby back in his cradle. He noticed something that caught his attention. Something was missing on Aaron’s right arm, for he lacked the Alpha mark that every new born was supposed to carry at least for the first few weeks after birth. This Alpha symbol was peculiar to every child who had at least one parent as an Alpha. People say the goddess created the Alpha mark for the newborns to distinguish the Alpha babies from th

"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.

The moment he met Airden’s Alpha gaze, he dropped to one knee—a Beta’s instinctive response to absolute authority. “What have you done?” Soren asked quietly. Airden didn’t answer at once. He raised a hand to his neck. Beneath the skin, a faint black fracture was spreading—like stone split by lightning. The first sign. “My Alpha…” Soren went rigid. “You know that’s impossible…” “I know,” Airden said. “An Alpha must never mark a human,” Soren said urgently. “Otherwise—” “Otherwise,” Airden cut in coldly,

“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.”