Alpha's Forbidden Mark Novels & Stories

Two guards stood outside, their faces carefully blank as they pulled the doors open for us. Inside, the room fell silent as we entered. Eight people sat around the large oak table that had been in the pack house for generations. Alpha Gregory at the head, with four pack elders, the oldest and most respected wolves, flanking him on either side. My father Thomas sat to Gregory's right, looking uncomfortable. Linda and Damian sat at the far end, both glaring openly at us. I noticed how Cross rolled up his sleeve slightly, revealing a dark mark on his inner wrist, a crescent moon with a star at its center, the mark that all firstborn heirs carried. The symbol of his birthright, clear for everyon

Carolina wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with the shift. “What happens now?” she asked. Xander looked toward the horizon, then back at her. “Now?” he said. His voice dropped. “Now the pack finds out their future Alpha just found his mate… before his first official day as a wolf.” Carolina’s stomach twisted. “And your father?” Xander let out a slow breath. “That’s where things get complicated.” The bond tightened again. Not painful. Not gentle. Just there. Permanent. And as the sun rose higher, casting light over a truth neither of them could outrun—

Even the building looked different, like I was seeing it through slightly distorted eyes. Halfway down the corridor, I remembered what Martha had told me on one of the days she had tended to me, and the thought made my steps slow down. She had looked at me carefully, like she was deciding how much to say and how much to keep back. “You should be careful around the Alpha,” she had said quietly, glancing toward the hallway like she didn’t want anyone to hear her. “People don’t really talk about him, but there are things… Strange things. He’s not like the others here.”

“It draws them in like flies to honey.” Great. I am basically a fucking siren call for every supernatural being in the region. “You’re safe to do as you wish with your mates inside the confines of the Constantine mansion,” he continues. “Your scent can’t escape those walls. Not to mention, there isn't a wolf in this pack who would dare to even glance at the Alphas’ mate. That's the only reason you've been safe.” “But outside like you were with Braden,” his eyes darken. “You’re asking for your scent to be detected. Any unwanted suitor could approach, drawn in by that irresistible smell. Someone wandering by chance who doesn't know you belong to the Alphas? It's a recipe for disaster.”

Lucien didn’t. His eyes burned with hurt. Anger. Jealousy. “You just doomed us all,” he said. ~~~~~~ The moment Aria’s breath left her lungs, the entire clearing went silent. She stood in front of me with wide eyes, her fingers lightly touching the fresh mark on her neck. The faint silver glow pulsed beneath her skin. It was the symbol of my claim, the mark no Alpha was allowed to place without the Council’s approval. Every wolf present saw it. Every wolf understood what it meant.

“The mark is fake? So Imelda isn’t the Alpha’s destined mate?” “How did she get the mark?” “She must have been too desperate and resorted to deceiving the Alpha with a fake mark on her shoulder.” The bodyguards dragged Lucas, who was already shaking in fear, to the front and forced him to kneel before the Alpha. “Please have mercy on me, Alpha. I was forced to do it. Have pity on me.” Lucas pleaded. Alpha Kyle glared hard at him. “Do you know the height of your crime, Lucas? Forbidden magic? How dare you?”

That is why the chosen one has to be the one to bear this mark. The Lunascribe mark is for a second mate, whom the Alpha sees as being below his superior mate. This mark is demeaning and signifies that the Alpha doesn't desire this person as much as his superior mate. However, fate or tradition dictates that the Alpha must mark this individual, even though the connection is not as significant or desired. Only an Alpha has the gift of these two marks. Shota knew that even though the Moon Goddess wasn't willing to reveal to her who the chosen one was, she had a strong feeling the Alpha was working with emotions, instead of letting the Moon Goddess guide him.

“What are you looking for?” I snapped my gaze back to him. “Nothing.” But it was a lie. My chest ached with the memory of him—the Alpha who had saved me. A sudden roar of voices shattered the music. The drums stopped. Gasps echoed. Tom and I spun toward the noise. Two packs clashed in the center of the clearing—ours and the Lightning Pack. Shouts filled the night, fists flying, teeth bared. It was chaos, forbidden and reckless. Without thinking, I rushed forward, shoving my way between them. “Stop!” I screamed. “If you don’t, we’ll all be punished!”

"I admit I was wrong in the past. I'll make it up to her slowly. But what does that make Jasper, taking advantage of her grief?" At that moment, the ceremony reached the exchange of the mating mark. The High Priest held up a moonstone and asked me, the future Luna, if I was willing to accept the Alpha's mark. Kade could no longer contain his raging wolf. He shook off Chloe's hand and lunged for the altar. But he was intercepted by enforcers who were already on alert. He struggled but couldn't break free. All he could do was scream at the top of his lungs, "Anya, don't let him mark you!"