Marked By The Mad King Alpha Novels & Stories

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.

I cut in, deep and unrelenting, “makes you think we want a deal from you?” “Because we both want the same thing. And…And…” he stuttered, finding his words before letting them go and continuing, “We’re both in the running for the position of the Alpha King. If I make it and become the king, you return my mate to me. And if you and your pack make it,” he glanced at my brothers with disgust, “you can keep her.” Rowan scoffed behind me, cutting in and beating me to the words, “We already have her. Your deal does not benefit us.”

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.

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.