Marked By The Mad King Alpha 소설 & 이야기

I looked at the other two, visibly shaken with their eyes frozen on me, “Let the other alphas know this. Anyone who doesn’t support the Shadowcrest pack in the council would be torn apart if we become the King.” My gaze sharpened on him, my voice cold, deep and unrelenting, “I do not show mercy. And my brothers definitely do not. Malachi is the sweetest of us, and he’ll rip your bodies up in a second. Now think of what I, or Rowan, or Nikolai can do.” I let the words out one after the other, watched how their wolves stiffened within them, and their heads bob up and dowin in response. “Good.I hope you came with gifts for our wife. Please drop it at the entrance as you leave.”

And a brutal one too. As expected all he does is take a seat on the office chair in front of him. The chair creaks trying to contain his massive frame, his shoulders wide and stretched in the shirt he's wearing. He folds his arms together, looking like a true king, but makes no move to leave. “I am Alpha, ruler of the wolves and since your sister is now married to my brother, I rule over her and by extension, you and your people.” “Alpha Keon-”

I nodded. “It would seem that the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack has been lashing out at his pack members. In fact many of his warriors have faced harsh punishments for many reasons over the past months. There are even whispers that they have begun to call him… the Mad Alpha.” The Elders looked completely shocked, and understandably so. “And how did you get your hands on such an information, Alpha Derek?” I didn’t miss the slightly scornful, condescending tone of the Elder that asked me such a question.

"The Alpha King needs to know!" "No!"

One line of text: "You killed the wrong brother. The real Alpha King is still coming." My blood went cold

He shook it away. The coronation was something made to be after the first kingdom of werewolves—Utrif, itself—came to be. To crown the King of a kingdom. Marking on the other hand, was more traditional to werewolves as their Alpha was marked the leader of their pack till death. His Luna was to be marked with him. But for Noah, he had not yet found his mate. Nor did he care enough to look. Unease was Noah's only companion as the big stone pendulum moved. Forty-eight ticks was the time allotted for anyone to raise a challenge. Ten more ticks and it would be over.

And this was what I needed to know that this mission I started was still on track. I take off the same piece of clothing that resisted the bane from the first time. And this time it also came into good use after successfully using the piece to aid my team in defeating the opposition. Even though it was clear that we were the opposition. I dump the piece on the ground, adjusting my hair in the process. It was already rough from the whole procedure I had to go through all day. I look down to see the supposed soon-to-be Alpha. He was laying unconscious there, completely knocked out cold from the amount of banesmoke he had to inhale.

Even the building looked different, like I was seeing it through slightly distorted eyes. Halfway down the corridor, I remembered what Martha had told me on one of the days she had tended to me, and the thought made my steps slow down. She had looked at me carefully, like she was deciding how much to say and how much to keep back. “You should be careful around the Alpha,” she had said quietly, glancing toward the hallway like she didn’t want anyone to hear her. “People don’t really talk about him, but there are things… Strange things. He’s not like the others here.”

Gasps continued to echo all around the field, followed by murmurings he knew weren’t of praise, but of disdain. Faiz, although intrigued by Iver, hated a part of him and felt impressed. He began to saunter wordlessly, to where Iver stood, amongst the elders, the chosen one for the position. “I wonder what a clan member is doing here?”. Faiz said, loud enough for Iver to hear him. Iver froze. An indication the Alpha king was present. A few feet from where he stood, quite looking like the alpha king he was, in his dark leather royal cloak.

Not natural ones. Moving ones. Eli took an instinctive step back, but Kieran’s voice cut sharply through the tension. “Stay behind me.” Eli hesitated. But the pressure in the air made it hard to think. Then— Figures stepped out. At least three of them. All staring directly at Eli. And smiling. “Well,” one of them said. “So this is him.” Eli’s stomach dropped. “…Me?” The man tilted his head. “The human marked by the Alpha King.”