Marked By The Mad King Alpha の小説・ストーリー

It was Alpha King Dantes who spoke with his eyes squinting more in anger. “And how could you say so, Alpha King Dantes?” the Rogue Alpha retorted in a mocking tone again. “Because someone already claimed her and marked her. Her real mate, idiot!” the Alpha King said laughingly, insulting the Rogue Alpha. The Rogue Alpha looks at Andreitte and his eyes suddenly caught the mark on her neck. His eyes squinted. "Who the hell, claimed and marked her?!" he shouted with rage.

LAIKA "I, King Icarus Albert, king of the Markat kingdom, vow from today henceforth, to be in alliance with you, Alpha Karim Wolfe of the Titan pack. Your people are welcome in our kingdom and shall never be treated unkindly. Our women shall mate with your men, and our men shall mate with your women."

There were Sigmas all over the place, all with the same uniform, the same weapons, with the same emblem and I wondered if… no, it couldn’t be. I whipped myself around and lost my shaky breath on sighting the treacherous wolf that had torn the whole South down and made himself… the Alpha King. He was right here! The Alpha King wore royal red robes, the same emblem I had been seeing everywhere tattooed on his hand, dark beauty radiating from him, and for his age, he looked incredibly handsome but it was so easy to not notice that when you had such a powerful and evil man standing in your presence. The longer I looked at him, because I couldn’t look away, the more I felt like we had met before

The mutated Alpha was wrenched away from me suddenly and I fell back heavily into the cold wall, catching a glimpse of the rogue’s rakish wolf as he slammed his fist into the Alpha’s face with a sickening crunch. “Traitor!” Alaric gurgled, barely having the time to react as Klein Markov’s fist moved in a blur, his thick hands and feet trapping the Alpha beneath him before he pressed a claw greedily at the Alphas throat. “FREEZE! NOBODY MOVE! Raise that sword nice and high Markov, or the pretty wench here loses her head.” Alfred Ahmad’s sinister voice rang across the grassy foyer and I blinked at his boxy frame emerging from what was left of the cabin’s embers.

For a second, the silence felt like the forest itself was holding its breath. “Come again?” “I’ve seen the mark. The crescent. Same placement, same shape. They share a father, don’t they?” Marla’s mouth tightened. She looked older suddenly like just hearing the question aged her a decade. “I helped deliver them both,” she said at last. “Years apart. Different mothers. But same eyes. Same temper. Same damn mark.” I sat down. My heart thudded once, hard. “Who was he?” “No one you’d find in records. That’s how he wanted it. Rogue Alpha. Not a pack to his name. But the bloodline is thick with prophecy and madness. Some said he was touched by the moon. Others said he was cursed by it.”

The servant did as instructed and gave the weapon, now wrapped in cloth, to an elder. “The terms of the trial were violated,” The elder said out loud, “But the winner had already been made clear. “We would allow Graham to deal with his ‘trash,’” Another elder said, “He is called ‘Graham’ for a reason.” Brynn stood again, his voice now sounding confident and somewhat proud, but his look was stern as usual. “My son and heir, Theodore of the Foreclaws Pack, has emerged victorious. He shall be named Alpha, leader and protector of the Pack, after my demise.”

“Fuck, Alpha, I am-” The next strike lands square on my ass, louder, harder. My yelp cracks into a groan. He leans over me, warm chest pinning my back, his breath scalding my ear. “You’ll take every mark I put on you. And you’ll thank me.” “Yes,” I whimper, because the word is truth. “Yes, Alpha.” His teeth graze my jaw. “Say it.” “Thank you,” I sob, shamed and glowing. “Thank you for marking me.”

One of the older warriors approached slowly, arm wrapped in bloodied bandages. “We tried to hold them back, Alpha.” Kade immediately straightened slightly. “You did,” he said firmly. “This isn’t your failure.” But his voice sounded hollow. Because he absolutely believed it was his. The warrior hesitated before speaking again. “They left something.” Ronan’s eyes narrowed instantly. “Where?” The warrior pointed toward the center of camp. My stomach twisted the second I saw it. A symbol carved deep into one of the burned support beams. A black wolf’s fang.

"That is what it is." "And the marks on your wrists, are those also just the arrangement?" She pulled the cloak tighter around herself and said nothing. "Jean," I said. "Please do not," she said quietly. "Do not what." "Do not look at me like that." "Like what?" She met my eyes for the first time properly. "Like you see something worth looking at." I said nothing to that. "I am serious, Your Majesty. whatever you think you see, you are wrong." "I have been Alpha King for eleven years," I said. "I am rarely wrong."