Marked By The Mad King Alpha 소설 & 이야기

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.”

"I now seal your choice..." I then sink my canines into his skin. He struggles a little against me and lets out a small scream of pain as I allow a little of my King Alpha's power to seep into the mark. I then remove my canines, swipe my tongue over the bite and watch as my mark of a black wolf wearing a crown glows gold and then disappears. I step back and let him go; he goes straight back to kneeling in front of me. "My name is Maverick, Master Alpha!"

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

“One of them is MoonMarked. Do you understand what that means? I will mate with the chosen one. I will ascend. I will reign long after your damnes bones rot in the dirt!” His legs kick weakly, and then I release him with a snarl. He collapses to the ground, coughing, retching, but I’ve already turned away. “Find her!” My voice booms, lacing with fury. “Search every corner, every tunnel, every filthy hole in this territory! Bring her back to me, or I’ll rip your spines out with my bare hands!” “Yes, Alpha!” they chorus, scrambling out of the chamber like the rats they are.

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

Like it didn’t belong in the mouth of a sane person. Alpha Boris’s voice snapped me back. “Prepare yourselves. No mistakes. We show strength. Discipline. Unity.” He stepped back. Beta Magnus dismissed us with a sharp wave. And just like that, the crowd broke apart, buzzing with hushed speculation and nervous glances. “Did you hear how they fight” “Like demons” “They say the BloodClaw Alpha killed a whole village once” “I thought it was his mate” “No one knows. That’s the worst part” Mira pressed closer to me. “I don’t like this,” she muttered.