Marked By The Mad King Alpha 소설 & 이야기

the Alpha King, the Alpha of Alphas whose pack was double of all other packs combined. He stared at me, confused why I was running, dressed up as well. I felt embarrassed. I had put effort into looking good for today’s ceremony only for what had happened… Only to have my mate’s mark on my neck, redder than it normally was from his constant humiliation. Marshall’s gaze was on my neck and I knew without being told that it was the red mark he was staring at. “Get back here, Alba!” Dante snapped but the second he saw the Alpha King, he paused, bowing his head down in reverence before him.

"You are no longer allowed here. Mark blew the powder at them and headed straight to the throne room. He looked back, he saw the guards holding their bellies and vomiting blood from their mouth. "Good" he chuckled and went back to them. He took one of them with him and continued to the throne room. Alpha Potter was seated on his throne, he looked at him with surprise written all over his face. Mark pushed the guard to Alpha Potter's feet. "What is this?" Alpha Potter seemed scared. "The plague you ordered for" Mark scoffed.

I was not sure why she was so desperate or why she was calling me, but I had blocked her voice for a while now, in case it was the mark calling out to me and not her. Thinking of the mark…I did decide that I would meet Nora once and ask her to reject me but then Alpha Chester told me that it would disappear the moment I marked Beatrice. I had only told Alpha Chester about the whole thing because I trusted him now. He was a good man and a better Alpha. And he had helped me a great deal in understanding how the bond worked. “ Alpha King. ” The man walked through the gates, carrying a golden scroll. I eyed him, my brows cocking up at the strange way he was addressing me. It sounded disrespectfu

His wolf prowled beneath his skin, barely leashed. Marcus crouched near a fallen banner half-buried in the soot. The crimson cloth, the sigil of the Alpha King, snapped weakly in the wind. He lifted it, his expression grim. “He doesn’t want to hide. He wants you to see him, Kael.” Kael’s voice was a growl, low and dangerous. “Then he’ll have my answer.” I stepped closer, my hand brushing his arm. His muscles trembled beneath my touch, a storm held within flesh and bone. His eyes softened only when they met mine.

Undecided. The most dangerous kind. “What do you want?” I ask quietly. The Alpha meets my gaze. “To see if the stories are true.” Jackson stiffens beside me. “Stories.” “That the royal hybrid has returned,” the Alpha says. “That his power no longer devours him. That the woman at his side can calm what no Alpha could control.” Every eye shifts to me. Heat floods my cheeks, not embarrassment, but awareness. The bond pulses, reacting to the scrutiny, my wolf stepping closer to the surface. I don’t retreat.

“Then protect me by surviving this.” Kael’s lips pressed against hers—a fleeting kiss, tender and fierce all at once. A promise sealed in the language of lovers and warriors alike. — The battle came not with a roar but a whisper. The Crimson Fang emerged from the forest like smoke—silent, unnatural, disciplined. Their eyes glowed with malice, their armor jagged and dark. And at the center of them stood a figure cloaked in shadows: Malrik, the rogue Alpha. Once Kael’s rival. Now, a symbol of everything corrupted and lost.

“Oh, Mark, forgive me—I must have missed the part where you were appointed as the authority on what women can or can’t do. Or was it just the last brain cell rattling around in that thick skull of yours that decided it was a good idea to threaten me?” I stepped closer, my tone as sweet as venom. “And here I thought your Alpha trained you to be a little smarter than to provoke someone who can tear you down with a single sentence. Shall we test that theory? Or would you like to see my wolf?” My alpha aura spilled out to the level that Mark couldn’t stand it. His surprise was apparent in his eyes as he inclined his neck in submission. “You forget,” I lashed at him. “I am an Alpha, and you are n

Eyes heavy. Her last thought before the dark took her was simple. She was marked by the alpha who threw her away. Now the enemy king was claiming the pieces. And something inside her liked the violence of it.

The three senior warriors instantly stepped back half a pace, their boots crunching loudly in the gravel, their eyes wide with terror. "The Capital," the eldest warrior whispered, his hand trembling against his sword hilt. "The Capital did this... The King's blood-smiths marked him." "Stand down!" Devon roared, his voice cracking with a sudden, jagged wave of native authority that made the warriors stiffen. He didn't retreat. He stepped straight into the freezing static heat radiating off Marcus's skin, his hands catching him by the broad, metallic-dense muscles of his shoulders to help him stand. "He is the Alpha King of this territory. I don't care what his eyes look like. Help him into th

Marking me must have been part of the agreement,' I reasoned quickly. Alpha Roderick looked at my neck, his look turning even more furious. I saw the look of shock in his eyes and that was confirmation that I was actually marked. "How dare you?!" He fumed, his voice getting loud. His men advanced toward us, and Trevor's men did. Others emerged from the crowd, surprising everyone. Alpha Roderick looked around, unable to take action. He just sulked. They were unaware that his men had infiltrated the place long before now.