Marked By The Alpha นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I cared about the alpha much more than any of them could ever, we shared the mate bond that meant he was mine, always. "Hmmph," a small snicker left his lips, "It's clear even the alpha doesn't trust you that well. He didn't let you finish the marking." He said and I furrowed my eyebrows, my hand instinctively moving up to touch the mark that was on my neck. "You don't have your mark on him." He raised a brow as if understanding my confusion. Usually when omegas had a mate, their mate explained the process to them because of the lack of knowledge but if I had to mark the alpha why wouldn't he have told me in the first place.

A ripple of energy filled the chamber. The midwives gasped. Damon froze beside me. Alpha. The mark was faint at first — just beneath his left collarbone. A small crescent-shaped birthmark that shimmered subtly under the moonlight filtering through the ceiling. The ancient sign. The mark of a born Alpha. Damon sank to his knees beside the bed. For the first time since I had known him, he looked undone. He touched our son’s tiny hand with a trembling finger. “He carries it,” Damon whispered.

Shota added immediately, "What becomes of the other woman in your life, after determining who the chosen one is?" Alpha Randall heaved a sigh, "Visha will be the one to bear the AlphaBond mark, while Reyana bears the Lunascribe mark because I can't reject my fated mate. She has to remain with me no matter what," a little bit of sadness laced his tone. He wished Visha could be the only mate he'd have. He was not happy that he'd have to make her have a rival... Not that he loved the rival in question. The AlphaBond mark is for the Alpha's superior mate, whom he cherishes deeply. This mark signifies a strong bond and deep affection. This mark is as important and as potent as life itself. That i

"The alpha is executing the protocol!" "

I quizzed, reaching out to touch him, to offer whatever comfort I could but before my skin could make contact with his I dropped my hand. He chuckled, a sliver of light catching his eye, "I read a lot if you haven't noticed." "Oh, I've noticed." "I particularly did as much research as I could about this," drawing in a deep breath, he said, "when an Alpha has no heir they choose one they think will be able to carry forth their legacy. When they pick that person, they mark them which — like a mate bond — ties the two people together. It's known as a mark of the protector. It's stronger than a bond between a mother and child."

"You did it. You saved us." Rowan looked up at me, his eyes fading back to hazel, but the amethyst fire was still there, deep in the iris. He reached up, his hand trembling as he touched the mark on my neck. "I'm sorry, Alice," he whispered. "I didn't just save you. I marked you." "What does that mean?" I asked, my heart sinking. "It means every Alpha in this wasteland can smell you now," he said, his voice breaking. "And they won't stop until the Beast is dead and the Origin is back in a cage."

"That's why she demanded to see my mark that night. She knew I didn't have one." Reed was silent for a long moment. His hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with my own. "The mark isn't just a symbol," he said quietly. "It's not like a wedding ring that you can put on and take off. When an Alpha marks his mate, it creates a bond that can never be broken. It means you belong to each other completely." My heart stuttered in my chest. "I know."

Understanding flickers there. “You must be Aliya,” she says gently. I swallow. “Yes.” She inclines her head. “I am Grace. Luna of this pack.” The name lands with weight. *Luna.* The mate of the Alpha. The heart of the pack. The crowd parts further, giving us space. I’m acutely aware of how many eyes are on us, how many senses are tuned to Jackson’s unstable power. And yet there’s no fear in them. No hostility. Only respect. Relief, even.

I said, trying to hide the fears in my "You're scared "Aria said and I cracked a small laugh. "Why would I be? Alphas don't get scared" I waved my hand in the air. "Yes they do but they don't show it" She flaunts her hair backward and the crescent moon came to view again and I swallowed hard. She isn't aware of her mark yet. I'm sure of that. Her smell of wild jasmine mixed with the night wind cloud my head and the hair my neck stood abruptly.

“That rogue could have killed her!” Ciara’s expression hardened. “And if it had?” The words froze the room. “Then this problem would have been solved before it became a disaster.” Rage surged through my chest so violently that my claws nearly pushed through my skin. “She is human,” Ciara continued firmly. “You are the Alpha of this pack. Your mate should carry Alpha blood. Beta blood at the very least.” “That’s not how the bond works,” I snapped. Her gaze sharpened. “Then fight it.”