Novel & Cerita Marked By The Mad King 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.

Alpha of the Nightveil Pack. The name alone silenced campfires, froze tongues, stilled laughter. Stories of "The Mad Alpha" ran rampant across the regions. Some said he killed his own Beta for betrayal. Others whispered of how he'd razed an entire rogue den alone, leaving only ash in his wake. A rare wolf, his madness wasn't mindless—it was sharp, controlled, and devastatingly strategic. Madness that understood too much of the world. Madness born of power that could not be contained. But there was no foam on his lips. No wildness in his gaze. Only... ice.

"Enough! she yells suddenly, her hands in the air. "his wolf isn't enough to bring down Empusa and there's nothing we can do about a lost wolf spirit, his lost wolf won't change the fact that he's the only alpha king! so, please get your act together and be there for him," she scolded him like a mother scolding her child. and Marek acts exactly the way a child would. his eyes fixed on the floor like something was interesting there, his sanity sipping out of him. "Maybe you have not been informed yet, but the alpha king's mother is dead" she turned and walked out of the king's residence leaving Marek in total shock.

My gaze caught Alpha Xavier’s, his face remained emotionless as he looked away. All this would have been solved if he had just rejected me from the start. “The duel would begin now!” The Alpha, Marek, declared. I watched with my heart in my throat as the two Alphas pounced on themselves. The other Alpha got the upper hand soon; he tried pinning the mad king onto the floor but he kept slipping out of his grasp. Then all of a sudden, the Alpha spat out blood from his mouth. “I knew Boma wouldn’t be able to survive the Alpha. He is the leader for a reason”

“I will never divulge such information to a madman like you, King Alex. You may be the king, but my pack will never betray me. I am their Alpha.” The chains rattled as I strained against them, my voice filled with a determination born from the depths of my love. "They will rise against you, united in their revolt. And one day, you will face their wrath." King Alex's eyes blazed with fury, his voice a mere growl. "We shall see, wolf. But for now, prepare for the slow and painful death that awaits you. Your defiance will be your downfall. Besides, Catarina now bears my mark.”

Somewhere to the side, I heard the sound of steel scraping steel as warriors drew weapons, as if that could undo the gods’ choice. The Mark. The holy sigil passed down through countless generations. The claim of an Alpha upon the woman chosen to be his Luna. The Mark was meant for Helena. Yet it was burning upon me. A low, commanding snarl rolled through the Hollow, silencing every voice except for mine. I lifted my head, brushing hair from my sweat-drenched face, and met the burning gold gaze of the man upon the throne. The Alpha. The monster. The lord of all that lived and bled in the Hollow. His massive form rose from the throne, muscles taut and rippling, voice like a storm across the al

Enzo calls as he looks to Myra as her heart skips with his next word. “He came by himself, Alpha…” he calls as terror fills Myra’s insides, “the lycan king Verik is here.” The most ruthless ruler had come for her.

As his marked mate, I could passively receive parts of their conversations when his mental energy was unstable, a failsafe to ensure I wouldn't miss important pack information. I never thought it would be useful at a time like this. "Yo, you guys are not gonna believe this. Last night the Alpha was holding Anya but calling out Selena's name. Nearly gave me a heart attack." "Good thing I thought fast and covered for him. Otherwise, if she found out the Alpha only marked her on a whim, that little Beta would totally lose it." "I thought the Alpha was supposed to be devoted. Wasn't the plan to dump her when he got bored? How come he's getting more serious now?"

The drug was working faster than I'd expected, leaving me helpless as Benjamin pushed my head to the side, fully exposing my neck. "You should be honoured," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "Not many get to wear the mark of an Alpha twice. And fewer still get to be the instrument of a king's downfall." I felt his canines lengthen, felt his intent like a physical weight pressing down on me. Panic surged through me, and I screamed—not just with my voice, which emerged as little more than a strangled whimper, but with my mind, hurling my terror and rage through whatever remained of our connection.

I drift toward the edge of the reception area near the lake, champagne in hand, trying to breathe through the discomfort of too many memories, too many questions in familiar eyes. Wolves in designer suits and couture gowns cluster in groups, their laughter bright and effortless. I catch fragments of conversation—mergers, territory expansions, and whispers about the new Alpha King being in attendance. His coronation photos circulated through every pack territory just months ago—ruthless, cold, powerful. The kind of Alpha who commands respect through presence alone. The crowd shifts, and that's when I feel it—a pull, sharp and undeniable. I look up. Across the reception area, through the clust