Marked By The Mad King Alpha Novels & Stories

Rosalie gasped softly, her hands flying to her mouth. Her naked body was a roadmap of Dominic’s absolute madness. The huge, dark purple mark at the crook of her neck was highly visible, but it didn't stop there. There were dark, possessive marks scattered all across her throat, the pale swells of her breasts, and the delicate slope of her shoulders. He had literally branded her skin with his mouth, leaving no doubt to anyone who looked at her that she belonged entirely to the Alpha King.

he offers. I allow my eyes to scan around and listen to the murmurings of the rogues. “What was his crime…?” One calls out. “Rape, and murder. What else does it take to be an exile” Kohen scoffs, looking right at me, that cocky smirk returning. “Do you not know who he is?” Jessica says, her eyes full of worry as she looks at me. “That is the Mad Alpha.” Everyone grows silent, several rogues come back up, turning and choosing to walk away while they have the chance to get away alive. The others, however, find the thought of defeating me too great as they lick their lips and grow antsy.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

The other, the one I had thrown earlier, struggled to his feet and quickly inclined his head as well. “The Alpha approached the Mad King,” he added. That made me pause. “What for?” I asked. “That, I do not know,” he said quickly. “But he took him.” My mind turned the information over slowly. Why would the Alpha seek out the Mad King? There was only one logical explanation. He was closing in. He wanted answers. He wanted to know who was pulling the strings. If that was the case, then keeping these fools alive was becoming a liability. “Please, give us one more chance,” the first one said hurriedly, desperation leaking into his voice. His head remained bowed. “I swear I will find her. I will t

Cross noted, "it was because one mate was proven unworthy of the other." His meaning hung in the air, Damian was unworthy of me, not the other way around. The reversal of how everyone had always seen things. "This is ridiculous," Linda snapped. "My son is the Alpha's heir..." "I am the Alpha's heir," Cross cut in, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made everyone tense. He touched the mark on his wrist. "By birth and by blood right. Your son is second, as he has always been." "Cross speaks truth," Alpha Gregory said firmly, looking directly at Linda. "Let there be no confusion on this matter. Cross is my firstborn and my heir. He bears the mark that proves it."

I flipped forward. “Summer. Merlin warned him again. Said the mark is showing signs. Said we should watch her closely. She dreams too much.” My heart thumped. The mark. She. Coincidence? Could be. But if there’s one thing I don’t trust, it’s coincidence wrapped in mystery and dipped in vague metaphors. I took photos of the pages. My phone glitched again. The screen shimmered and turned blue for a second before returning to normal. “Just peachy,” I muttered, sliding the journal back.

"Council meeting in an hour. They want both of us there." My stomach tightened. "What's it about?" "Alpha Jared is coming to finalize the alliance and discuss... other things." "Other things?" "He wants to talk about your power about the Blood Moon mark. He's brought someone with him someone who might have answers." That got my attention. "Who?" "A scholar. The person studied the old magic. The forbidden kind." Lucas's expression was serious. "She might be able to tell us more about what you are about what you can do."

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

Kade King pauses at the entrance of the living room as we are almost there, and he takes off his boots, Riven holding them down while Kade King frees his legs. The sight of his bare feet suddenly makes my heart skip. Back in history class, we learned a little about spells and ancient power, and I remember we were taught the mark of a true alpha, one not only destined for ruling but also for the greatest of things. A birthmark that appears once in every generation. I see it now, around Kade King Majesty’s ankles, wrapped like an anklet, a crown. A burden and a blessing at the same time. The mark of a true Alpha.

I closed my eyes, focusing on chanting some more, before opening them back again, and saying one last word, “Begone!” The man’s body stopped convulsing at once, and then stilled completely. “You evil woman!” Gamma Spencer shifted at once, and charged at us almost blindly. He was no match for an Alpha whose sorrow was indescribable. Indeed, Alex’s father made quick work of him. “Your highness,” Beta Marc was calling desperately. “Your highness!” Only the Alpha King was no more. His wolves began to lose the will to fight, and many of them bowed their heads in submission, some even showing their bellies. I was about to fall to my knees, but Paulina helped me remain steady.