Marked By The Alpha Who Ruined Me Novels & Stories

He says with so much conviction that sets my blood on fire. I can’t take it anymore. I want so badly to make up an excuse for what had happened here, for him. I want to keep telling myself that he’s not a bad guy as people paint him out to be, but I can't. “You… You’re no Alpha… An Alpha protects people. You don’t protect anything, you destroy and burn everything, and you drain the life out of the innocent.” I lean even closer to him with a glare before whispering under my breath coldly. “You’re a monster.”

"That is no ordinary mark. Your marker must have been powerful. That is an Alpha’s mark." Her words hit me hard. I touch the mark without thinking. An Alpha? That explains the strength of it, the way it still burns sometimes. But if he was an Alpha, why did he abandon me? Why mark me and then disappear without a word? More questions than answers swirl in my head, making everything feel heavier.

Brynn said, “You are going to be Alpha after me; therefore, you should take note of that.” “Ingrid isn’t a stranger.” Bianca mouthed in silence. “In the meantime.” Brynn said, “Pull yourself together, we celebrate in two days, courtesy of your victory.” Brynn turned his back to leave, “Just so you know, even if you had lost the fight, it still won’t change the fact that you’re my son.” He said, “You might not have been the Alpha if you’d lost, but you would still be the son… that I love.”

Isaac reasoned. James sighed, what Isaac had said made sense. " Do you want to mark her, you know what that means ?" James asked with gritted teeth. No one needs to tell Isaac how angry James was towards the deal. " Of course, I know what it meant, I am ready for whatever the outcome would be as long as I become the Alpha, make sure you bring her to my house tomorrow." With no room given to James to say anything, Isaac's said and left but not without tossing the long coat he had to James . He wasn't so heartless to leave him naked.

Alpha Markus stands near the boundary, flanked by two of his shadow-clad assassins who keep their hands resting lightly on the hilt of their blades. "WOW," Hank drawls with a smirk as he takes in the sight of my bare, blood-spattered chest stepping out of the vehicle. "Did I happen to show up at a bad time, Alpha Xander?" "No. State your business, Markus. What do you want?" "The Council has granted me full permission to eliminate your uncle once and for all and I came to tell you as a courtesy." He says. “I apologize in advance for your future loss, I know how deeply you all care for him…..especially you, Lana," he grins, stepping forward and taking my sister's hand in his.

Because all I can hear is last night— “Hey, baby. You look at me when I fuck you, alright?” “You taste like fire.” “Do you trust me?” “Smart girl.” “My sweet angel.” Alpha Devon. I slept with Alpha Devon. My enemy. The man who destroyed my life. The man I swore to kill. The man whose name I cursed— And last night I was moaning underneath him. My world collapses.

“Banished, huh, or you were sent to spy on my pack?” “No! I swear I am not a spy,” I said, my eyes bulging out in fear. “Lies.” His voice thundered through the room, making me flinch. “Your Alpha is a shameless murderer. He killed my family, ambushed my pack, and burned down my home.”Silence fell again, his breath was heavy, his once calm eyes shifted, turning a bright red. I wasn't afraid–I felt pity for him. “Hayden slaughtered my people and left me to rot. And now his little outcast ends up here? Do you think I’m stupid?”

The very thing I thought had ruined me has now protected me. The power from his mark effortlessly defeats a Beta. His true power must be beyond our Alpha. The mysterious stranger protected me. But, why?

Furious. My hand tightened again. Hard. "I am NOT a coward." "Then what are you?" Aurora's voice was strained but steady. "Tell me what kind of alpha runs away from his mate? What kind of king abandons his Luna in her darkest hour? What kind of—" I threw her. She hit the ground. Hard. Rolled. Came up coughing. Gasping. Hand at her throat. But she was laughing. Still fucking laughing. "There it is." She wheezed. "There's the weakness. The fatal flaw. You're not fit to rule. Not fit to be alpha. Not fit to be—"

Not submissive, defiant. I was never her Alpha, I was a stepping stone. A shield. A blindfold. The realization tastes bitter. “She chose him,” I growl aloud, the words scraping my throat raw. “She chose the monster.” A monster I helped create. My pack is in chaos. My beta is scrambling to restore order, patrols doubled, borders reinforced but it’s not enough. They feel it. The fracture. The uncertainty. The whispered doubt that curls like rot beneath the surface. If Jackson could betray me, Who else will?