Novel & Cerita Marked By The Alpha Who Ruined Me

"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."

he teases once more. “..jerk…” Myra whispers under her breath as she puts on a strained and too-polite smile. “Good afternoon, Alpha Draven. What can I do for you today?” She asks once more as the alpha raises a hand to his chin. And then Myra sees a small scratch. Something already looked like it was in the healing process alredy. “I walked into the door and that happened...no wait… I think it's my beta who did that during sparring because I hit my gamma a little too hard,” he explained with a smirk, and Myra eye-rolls.

he asked me grimly, through his teeth. His hand at the back of my head was restless. Sometimes, he tightened his grip there painfully, and sometimes, he loosened it completely. “I wasn’t in good health for quite a good time. As a human, bearing an alpha’s mark can be…. Deadly. So, he marked me two days ago a…. after he learned th… that I was drugged a… and couldn’t approach him for help.” I lied through my teeth, guilt squeezed my heart badly. It hurt so much, but Alpha Henry already had plans for Alexander’s marriage, and I didn’t want to make more mistakes.

The words echoed in my mind like a prayer, like a hope, like the last light in a world gone dark. "I promise," the alpha said. And then she smiled. And then she began to glow. And then she whispered two words that shattered whatever was left of the walls around my heart. "Save her." She dissolved into golden mist, her sacrifice complete, her light spreading through the darkness like the first dawn after an endless night. The witch was gone. The woman who had believed I was worth saving, who had died trying to prove it, was gone. And Silas was already moving toward the alpha with murder in his eyes.

The young Alpha of the Vantheir pack walked past me like I didn’t exist. His dark, powerful aura lingered in the atmosphere like the curls of an intoxicating smoke. And although everyone else was terrified, I felt no fear. The young Alpha of Vantheir carried a primal mark of the Alpha line. My mate, Malric..

He reached his hand out and touched the scar on her neck and she felt a sharp pain shoot through her body. He met her eyes and smiled. "Don't worry. That will fade away quickly, along with the unfortunate and painful side effects. Especially now that you're effectively a human. Luca's fortunate he didn't allow his little whore to mark him." Stella hissed in a breath through her teeth as she heard Alpha Harding begin to chuckle.

She had chosen safety over my ruin. Then I saw Markus, my Beta. He walked slowly out onto the steps, his shadow falling over me. I tried to look up at him, tried to give him a silent order, the Alpha command that was supposed to bind him to me forever. But my throat was locked. And he didn't even look at me. "He is no longer our Alpha," Markus said, his voice quiet but clear. "He is the curse." The word curse hit me harder than any punch. I was the curse.

I smiled. "What if I did?" He said, trying to be bold. "Even if you did... it would never work out." I blurted. He flinched at what I said and didn't talk anymore. I waited and waited but he didn't say a thing, even his friends didn't utter a word. "She's right, you know?" Misa unexpectedly said, making me look at her. "I'm sure you heard me say it before, you know... when you were eavesdropping. He's an alpha and not just any alpha, he's an elite among elite."

I knocked on the door and waited for a reply. 'Yes, vee come in' Alpha said How did he know it was me, I think to myself as I open the door. And there he said at the desk rubbing his temples, like whatever he was working on was giving him a killer head ache, then from what I had witnessed mum do for dad when he got this way, I walked to the bar and poured him a scotch and walked over to the alpha placing the glass Infront if him. 'Tough night' I ask

There, on my left shoulder blade—just below the curve of my neck—was a strange mark. A twisted rune, inked in deep red, shaped like a claw wrapping around a teardrop. “What the hell…” I muttered, rubbing at it hard. Nothing. I grabbed makeup remover. Still nothing. Alcohol. Soap. Nail polish remover. The mark remained, burned into my skin. “This isn’t happening,” I whispered, backing away from the mirror. I didn’t get tattoos. Not randomly. The only one I had was the High Table’s moon emblem on my chest.