Marked By The Mad King Alpha Novels & Stories

“He’s also kinda my mate.” The water she just swallowed from the bottle is now choking her as she coughs and bangs on her chest like some female Tarzan. “Whaaat?!” she says while still coughing up a lung, her face red and her eyes bulging out. “You’re…what the heck do you mean by kinda?!” “Trust me, that’s still my reaction,” I say and pop a cherry tomato into my mouth. “It’s what the Marking was all about; he’s acting like some sort of Alpha beast warning the rest of the male population to stay away.”

I had been sent here to become the food for the mad alpha. Fate one, Kali nil. And as if that wasn’t enough, whatever this was, showed up on my skin. I know what it was, an alpha’s mark. Hera has one on her shoulder, Maduro had bitten her to seal his mark, on the night they mated. But none of that happened. I just met this monster and until seconds before the stupid mark showed up, I was about to be his food. It might have bought me time, but just how much time? How long before he decided the mark didn’t matter? That I was still food?

Before first bell. Sol's stomach dropped straight through the floor. It wasn't the kiss that gutted him. It was the caption. Derek — had to be Derek — had written: Alpha's grandson caught claiming a mate while the northern alliance visit is days away. Guess loyalty runs thin in that house. Under it, a second clip. Keal and Lior against the wall. A different caption, uglier: Wasn't she supposed to be spoken for? Sol read that line four times before it landed.

“The Alpha really let a rogue into this pack?” The maid hesitated, then added in a small voice, “I’ve also heard… she’s the Alpha’s mate.” I spat the tea in my mouth out instantly. The biscuit dropped from my hand as I rose to my feet, the blood in my veins rising like fire. The maid flinched, stepping back. But I was already storming toward her. I grabbed her by the chin, tilting her face up so sharply she gasped. “What did you just say?” I growled. “Repeat yourself.”

Alpha Alfonso’s POV Red spider web- like marks plaster themselves on my chest. And not only that, they are spreading like wide fire. It burns like hell. The more it spreads, the more I grip the wall. For something to hurt the alpha king like me, it must really be painful. I use all my willpower not to scream as the tendrils keep crawling all over me

"Don't you want to know what's there? Who's there? Don't you want to stand in the place your parents are from and see if anything feels like something?" I stared at the ceiling. The mark on my chest was warm and the dream? It came rushing back to me. This time around, it was almost as if I could see it right in front of my eyes. The figure kneeling and being punished. "Marco is the Alpha of Alphas" I repeated.

I stutter. The table of wicked royals gasp in astonishment. Guess they did not expect me to refuse an order after all the torture. They expected me to beg for my life to be spared. Even when it's well known that that cannot happen. A witch has to be burned. "Sounds like her boldness hasn't faltered. Ilan's torture hasn't helped. It needs to be made a lot worse," Alpha Alcott says. "Worry not Your Majesties, the Mark is coming off fast. In fact, there might be no sign of it by the end of tomorrow," the guard points, pushing my hair away from my neck to show them the fading mark.

Just absorbing every word. Marek clenched his fists. The ground cracked under his boots. Lucian’s eyes widened. “Oh. That is not good. That is the kind of cracking that means someone is about to commit an international incident.” Marek’s voice came out low. “They touched the king.” “They are killing him,” I whispered again, my throat tightening. Marek exhaled a sound that was not human. Wolves around us instinctively bowed their heads, acknowledging the dangerous edge in their Alpha’s magic.

His voice said coldly. “He’s escorting me home,” I replied immediately, “is there a problem with that?” “Why is he escorting you… “Because she’s finding a way to remove your stupid mark from her skin and my mother, who is the priestess by the way, is helping her. Is that enough fucking explanation, great alpha king?” Alexander retorted sarcastically, ending it with a grin shining from the edge of one of his lips to another. An awkward silence reigned between the four of us. My eyes met with Callum’s briefly and Mia’s words ringing in my head instantly. I briefly looked at Artfold who was glaring hard at Alexander before casting my gaze low.

Ken grunts as he looks down at me. “Call the witch,” he orders, shooting Beta Rich a glare. “Yes, Alpha,” he says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. After a few minutes his phone pings. “I’ve messaged her. She’ll be right over,” he informs Ken. Alpha Ken’s attention is back on me. “I hate to leave you here like this pet but something’s come up and I need to go,” he says. “It shouldn’t take me long. But if I don’t come, we can finish this,” he points between the two of us, “tomorrow.”