Marked By The Alpha นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You’re saying she’s dangerous.” “No,” Corvin corrected. “I’m saying she’s powerful. Big difference. The danger is in who tries to control her.” I turned toward the door, the weight of his words settling into my bones. “And Asher?” he called after me. “Silence won’t save her.” I didn’t look back. “I know,” I said. I didn’t make it to my bike before Corvin spoke again. “She’s already marked,” he said quietly, like the forest itself might be listening. “You’re not standing at the beginning of this story, Alpha. You’re standing in the middle of it, pretending you can still turn back.”

“Hello again, Kade. Liora. Ready for the final test?” Kade shifted partially, claws out, eyes burning with Alpha power. “Let’s end this.” The enhanced Michelle smiled wider. “Then come and get me.”

It’s a claim. A sharp, electric sting lances through my nerves, followed immediately by a rush of heat that feels like liquid gold pouring through my veins. It’s a public, physical mark—a brand of the Everest Alpha. In the world of shifters, this is the point of no return. He is marking me in front of everyone, sealing our bond in the eyes of High Society with a gesture so archaic and powerful that every doubt Maximus planted is instantly reduced to ash.

Every full moon, he would lose his sanity and turn into a beast driven only by slaughter. Even worse, the witch cursed him to kill his destined mate, and he'd never be able to mark anyone. Under normal circumstances, such a dangerous Alpha who couldn't mark a mate would never find one in his pack. But he was still the Alpha of Norfolk Pack. So the pack decided to follow the prophecy of the Moon Goddess by holding a hunting contest to publicly choose a mate for him. The champion shewolf would become his mate. In the Ashford family living room, my mother, Mary Ashford, held up the marking proposal. Her face had gone pale.

I could hear her thoughts clearly now, a permanent echo inside my own mind, and I could feel the beat of her heart as if it were knocking inside my own ribs. I slowly pulled my teeth back, licking away the small drop of dark blood that beaded on her skin. Beneath my lips, a new, intricate mark was rapidly forming, burning itself permanently into her flesh. Wrapped perfectly around her hidden silver crescent moon was my dark Alpha mark. It appeared as a powerful obsidian wolf, sitting proudly right on the curve of the crescent head, its neck arched and its head turned toward the sky as if it were howling eternally at the moon. The two symbols melded together beautifully—a hidden crown of pure

“Does it hurt,” “Yes, but it's fine, it's a good pain,” I smile. “Can you explain these alpha marks to me?” I ask, still not fully sure what I did. “Sure, let's get into bed and I’ll tell you all about it,” he nods. He pulls back the covers and climbs into the bed, he is wearing his own shorts now and he keeps them on but he pulls off his t-shirt and tosses it across the room. He holds his arms out for me and I crawl up the bed to him. He wraps an arm around me and I rest my head on his shoulder. If he notices I'm still wearing Deacon’s jacket he doesn't say anything as he begins to explain the mark of the alpha. I learn that only the most powerful and dominant of wolves can mark their mate,

An Alpha. Finally free.

The mark. The Alpha had marked me. And I knew exactly what that meant. My heat. My heat is going to come. “Oh no…”

It didn’t work well, given he was twice my size and a lycan, but my point was still clear. “Maise, stop!” he commanded. It was an alpha command. There was nothing I could do but freeze. I fought it, fought it hard, but I was still stuck. “It’s not a real mark,” he insisted. “A real mark goes on your neck, for everyone to see, and is deeper. The one on your back is akin to the one an alpha gives their beta. A way to know where they are, and added protection.” I waited. Impatiently.

Maggie ended up coming to gather me for breakfast, and even she was quieter than usual. "Mags?" I murmured, encouraging her as we headed to the breakfast hall. She peeked over at me for a moment but didn't reply. "Maggie, what's up? Why are you so quiet?" I questioned, tugging her arm and forcing her to look at me. She finally sighed, "They're having to mark James." She mumbled. I made a confused face, "What? What's a mark?" "It's something you do not want to get in this world, Bella. It's a sign of incredible disrespect." She described, picking at the hem of her shirt. "An Alpha Mark is when you are found guilty of directly going against your Alpha. And James already has one."