Marked By The Alpha Who Ruined Me Novels & Stories

“Shut the fuck up. I’ll speak on his behalf.” She stood tall, her voice booming. “The Alpha of the Dexter Moon Pack hereby rejects you as his mate!” I gasped and my body froze. “What? He marked me...” I whispered. “We’re forever mates...no....” “Oh, you mean that stray wolf bite?” she sneered. “Useless. You’re nothing but trash who got lucky. And now, your luck’s run out. Believe me…you'll reap your consequences by getting unknownnly marked by a stray wolf! “

“I believe you.” He said the words, but it was clear he wasn’t being honest. “Don’t do this to me,” I said. He turned and grabbed his shirt from off the floor. In the dim light of the lantern, I could make out a familiar mark above his right shoulder blade. The same crescent moon surrounded by a circle. The mark I wore on my hip. The mark of an alpha. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He stood up and turned to face me. I walked over to him and shoved him. “You have the mark of the alpha. You, who refuses to claim the title and lead these people. How can you judge me?”

I look at him from head to toe and somehow, I can feel that I saw him before, I just can't remember when and where was it. While thinking deep he then turn around and smiled at me. "I am Markus Alurious, Alpha of the rogues." He said. Shit!!! This is really a big shit!!!!

The alpha was claiming me completely, body, slick, and soul. And I was already addicted to the ruin.

The bond hit like a chain locking shut. I could feel him. Not just his hands, not just his weight. Him. My breath came in shallow, broken gasps as I clutched at his shirt, not to pull him closer, but because my body refused to let go. Panic clawed at my throat. “What did you do?” I choked. He released me slowly. I slumped against the tree, barely staying upright. The pack had gone completely still. Every eye was on me now. “You’re marked,” the Alpha said.

“You’ve changed.” “No,” I said quietly. “I’ve clarified.” That seemed to interest him. “You won’t win cleanly,” he warned. “I don’t intend to.” “And if she gets hurt?” The room went deadly still. Marcus’ posture shifted. I didn’t move. “If she gets hurt,” I said calmly, “I don’t stop at dismantling.” Adrian held my gaze. For the first time— He hesitated. Just slightly. “You’re willing to burn everything,” he said.

He stood like a man who had never once in his life needed anyone to stand beside him. I asked myself if I had spent months sleeping beside a stranger? “Valik.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. “What is this? Why are they bowing to you? Why are they calling you Alpha?” He looked at me. Not unkindly, which somehow made it worse. “I lost my memories,” he said. “When rival Alphas attacked me, something in my mind broke. I didn’t know who I was when I wandered into this territory.”

Why don’t you fall to your knees and kiss his feet already? “You really are lucky to have someone like him as a mate.” The fake smile on my lips vanished, I felt the spoon in my grip bend slightly due to the pressure. Lucky to have Jacob Mont Blanc as my mate, the man who had destroyed my life. I tried to control the raging anger in me as she continued to sing his praises. “... and when my Howard passed away, he stepped in. How many alphas would do that? Even when some of the advisors suggested we leave this house and move to the smaller ones, he put his foot down and told them no. He really is the perfect Alpha Prime and…”

"If you don't show, I will come find you. That's not a threat. That's pack law." The door clicked shut behind him. I stood alone in the ruined locker room with my inhaler in my hand, my neck still burning from his mouth, and understood that my life as the invisible benchwarmer had ended at 11:07 pm. Because the Alpha heir had just scented me, claimed me, and left me wanting more, and tomorrow the whole pack would be able to smell exactly what he'd done.

Rivulets soon turn to entire streams, soaking my cheeks and running down my skin as I realize that he is speaking the truth. I was ruined. “Why so sad?” He taunts, as I stare open-eyed at the ceiling. “Did I break the unbreakable Omega?” I let him get to me. He was right. Christian will never want to look at me after this. How could he, when I reminded him of the very psychopath that had murdered the child that he had loved so much? Every time he looked at me, he would see the marks. These marks would not disappear. They were the Mark of Alpha. They would stay with me even after death.