Marked By The Mad King Alpha Novels & Stories

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.”

“We’ve lost discipline. Order. Wolves who are supposed to watch our borders are playing games with their ledgers.” Across the table, a younger wolf clears his throat. Marek. Barely past twenty winters, but arrogant enough to believe age doesn’t matter when blood runs hot. His eyes flick toward Eli where he stands near the wall, silently watching. “And what if,” Marek says slowly, “It isn’t a game? What if it’s sabotage? If the Alpha’s household has been compromised?” The silence that follows is the kind that bites. My head turns toward him, slow as the grind of gears. “Say what you mean.”

"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."

“If you’d spent less time being a peacock, you might have noticed sooner.” “That mark doesn’t mean anything,” he said. “Sure,” I said. “Of course not. Kings aren’t given marks since they inherit the crown with blood or some bullshit.” “The old king had the mark,” a woman’s voice called. I turned and saw the woman who’d helped me earlier. She was still in her uniform, standing out among the guests in their party finery. “The king should be an alpha,” she said. “You have always been and always will be a fraud.”

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

“It’s like… when you know something is coming but it’s not bad.” Kael smiles a little. “That’s very helpful.” I squint at him. “It is.” I’ve felt this pull since we got close to this territory. Since before we crossed the border. It’s like something is tugging on a string inside my ribs. Not scary. Just loud. They call him the Mad Alpha here. I heard one of the guards say it outside. Like it means something big. Mama doesn’t call him that. She just says his name.

“You can choose to sit back and do nothing, but keep in mind that they took your soldiers before—and not even you could stop them. Think about what else they could take.” “This is a war we’ll never win.” “I thought the same, but now I see that I might be wrong. I think the Raventhorne Alpha is growing… soft. I killed two of his men, and then he discovered about the plot we’d hatched against his pack, but what did he do? He let the soldiers go—without even a single scratch on them. That alone is enough proof that the Mad Alpha is losing his bite. But there are also other rumours, rumours of an illness he is suffering from—”

the one speaking glanced over at Mia, "Marking her has given him the right and power. There's nothing anyone can do." Ken laughed , wobbling forward, "I've marked her and that has made me the fucking Alpha. Now, bow to your king"

I can’t help it the damn thing is so high off the ground. Finally, after what seems like hours, they’ve got their shit together, and someone opens the door for me. “Your Majesty,” says one of the men from Mark’s castle. “Welcome to River Pack. We’re thrilled to see Your Majesty, but we were not informed of your impending arrival.” “Of course, you weren’t, you dolt,” I say. “I’m the Alpha King! I don’t have to get my schedule approved through you or anyone else.” He sucks in his lower lip for a second and then continues, “Of course, Your Majesty. Our Alpha Mark is not here to greet you. He, unfortunately, had a family emergency to attend to. Otherwise, he would be happy to entertain you perso

He didn’t know what to do with the information Charlie gave… although… he couldn’t blame them, not really. He unlocked and went straight into the Alpha’s cell. His head rolled to the side, obviously to get a look at who was interrupting him. “N’ah, e King.” Marc had to look closer, the Alpha’s words were almost incoherent. His jaw was slack and unmoving, bruises littered the side of his face. Marc sighed, this wasn’t helpful. “You will pledge loyalty to the crown, your pack under my rule.” “Bah!” “You will stay here as long as necessary. It seems my guards are quite happy to beat you.”