Romans & histoires Marked By The Alpha Who Ruined Me

"What? Why the sudden change of mind?" The masked Alpha looked at me intently for a long moment, then slowly reached up and removed his silver mask. I froze completely, my breath catching in my throat. Because staring back at me was a face I knew intimately—the same golden eyes, the same sharp cheekbones, the same strong jawline. It was Zayne's face, identical in every way except for a long, jagged scar running down his left cheek from temple to jaw. "No," I breathed, my mind refusing to accept what I was seeing. "That's impossible. You can't be—"

“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—"

And I immediately ran. I didn’t look back. I didn’t care who saw. Tears blurred everything, my pulse a loud roaring in my ears as I pushed through the bathroom doors and into the hallway. But even over the sound of my own breath I still heard it, the whispers. The gasps. The murmurs spreading like wildfire through the guests. “The Alpha left his own wedding” “With Nelima instead of his wife” “On his wedding day?” “What does that say about the new Luna?” “Poor girl. She is a human too. She won’t last a week.”

He looked at me with guarded eyes. “We have not completed the marking anyway. If you keep making trouble, there is no need to hold another marking ceremony.” I looked at the two of them, and a trace of mockery passed through me. If I were still the homeless rogue he had brought back three years ago, perhaps my heart would have broken. But now, only disappointment remained. If this place no longer welcomed me, then I should return to the pack that truly belonged to me. After all, three days ago, I had reunited with my birth parents, the Alpha and Luna of the Frostvale Pack.

Ignoring the fact that I had blood dried up in between my legs, my face was also covered up in vomit. " The Alpha is gonna sort it out but l feel pity for him ",One said. "Of course he isn't going to accept her", Mark snarled. " Please.... don't ... take...me", Tears were again forming in my eyes when I thought about meeting the so called Alpha. " It would be better if you don't piss me off ", Mark growled as he slowly dragged me. I just cried in response.

The Alpha could save himself. *****

He looked deranged. However, among all the chaos his reaction did not make it through as I'd presumed. "I see, the Alpha has put his mark on you," It was a smile, a smile that did not look like one instead seemed like the silence that gave away the omen of the upcoming storm, "Quiet interesting that you let him mark you so soon just because he quenched your thirst during your heat. I didn't think you would turn out to be such a slut." The insult hit me like a destructive tsunami. Amidst the rage I felt, the feeling of humiliation became prominent.