Marked By The Alpha Layla Novels & Stories

I finally had a purpose goddess chose me for. I had seen marks before of Omega marks, Beta marks, and even a few Gamma ones. Cute little bite marks with some glowing patterns or sometimes a little shimmer. But mine? Oh no. Mine looked like it crawled straight out of a dark prophecy. Of course. Because why would my life ever be normal? I was, after all, a human slave with the shittiest luck in the whole damn world and now mated to the so-called Cursed Prince. Layla was no normal being! I smirked to myself.

LAYLA ERLOD The carriage found a good position and stopped, before I stepped out with the help of the guards. "The wedding looks huge," Beatrice muttered as I nodded. "What else were we expecting from the wedding of the Alpha king?" I asked and walked over with Clara and Helen, followed by Only two Gamma Guards. "Layla!" I heard my name and turned just to see a purple figure running towards me. "You really came!" Lisa hugged me before I even confirmed that it was her.

As my boots hit the fire escape, I pulled the trigger on a small remote in my hand. The entire room exploded behind me...fire, smoke, and shattered glass raining down. A hellish goodbye. I didn’t flinch. It was my signature—burn everything, leave no evidence. I fixed my hair, wiped a speck of ash from my cheek, and walked away like it was nothing. My name is Lea. I’m a platinum-ranked assassin under the High Table. That rank? It means I’m one of the best. It means the world fears me. Or, in simpler terms:

As what he promised, he would make it up to Layla. “Uh-huh… Then what about your mate? I’d be called your mistress if your mate suddenly shows up and get you,” Layla said. She sounded serious and her eyes was filled with expectation. She definitely wanted to hear a good answer. Zev shook his head and leaned closer. He rubbed the tip of their noses like he always did and pecked on her lips. “Look who’s silly here. Of course, I’ll drive her away. There’s no way an Alpha would mark another after giving away his mark to someone. And that someone is you. I’m talking about the mark that binds two soul together,” he explained. “So there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be keeping you by my side, and

Greeting him. “Alpha Gage.” Alpha Tyler said back to the other Alpha. Alpha Gage then looked at me and then back to Alpha Tyler, and said, “And who is this lovely she wolf accompanying you tonight?” “This is Layla Jackson, daughter of the former Alpha of Moon Star, and my future Luna.” Alpha Tyler told him as he squeezed my hand and I smiled towards Alpha Gage. “Wow, an Alpha Luna. Congratulations.” He said to Alpha Tyler and Alpha Tyler quickly said back with pride, “Thank you.”

"Luna, this is such wonderful news." "Thank you," I said. "The pack has been really hoping for this," he continued, still focused on me. "Truly, Luna." He moved on, and another caught us barely a minute later. "Alpha, Luna, congratulations." A big smile right at me. "We're all so honoured." Then another one came up. "Alpha." He shook Agora's hand and turned to me. "Luna the goddess has blessed you both. This pack really needed this news. I mean it."

--- The Goddess’s Mark That night, while the others slept in the temple’s shadows, Lyra stood alone on the ridge above the Hollow. The sky above her was full of stars. And carved into the back of her shoulder, glowing like fire beneath her skin, was a second mark—not the crescent moon she’d always carried, but a full lunar circle surrounded by thirteen stars. The symbol of the First Alpha. The symbol of the one who would end the Council… or become it. And behind her, unseen in the trees, a pair of violet eyes watched in silence. Waiting

She said, laughing maniacally. My fists clenched, but I didn't allow her taunts to distract me. I focused on Delilah, my mate, who was in pain and needed me. “Release her, Layla, or I swear by the Moon, you will suffer for every ounce of pain you've inflicted on her.” Layla laughed mockingly, as if she found the idea of me posing a threat amusing. “You think you can intimidate me? You're just a weak good for nothing Alpha. I've waited a long time for this, to see her broken and defeated, just like her pathetic parents.”

It as nothing more than a spilled goblet. I turned back to them. "Shall we proceed." *** "Next," Alan's voice boomed across the hall. Another woman walked forward just as the others, as if her body feared that a wrong step would undo her resolve. When she reached the center of the sigil etched into the throne room floor, the Lycan warriors who guided her forward stepped back. "Name." I demanded. "Lyra of Ashfall pack," she said, voice steady despite the way her fingers curled into her palms.