Marked By The Pureblood Alpha Novels & Stories

One can reject the unmarked mate, kill the unmarked mate and they will only feel immense pain, but if someone's marked mate dies. They die with them. The Alpha King grits his teeth and stubbornly pushes his hand forward, as his claws nudge my beating heart. My head spins and my hand drops down from his. Blood splatters out of my mouth, but my eyes never leave his silver gray orbs. It's unbearable. It's deadly...The pain. But, I can rest in peace now. The Alpha King - Cain Reyes feels it... My pain. And if I die... He will die with me.

“It is not stamped into your blood because you were born a witch… or a werewolf… or anything else. Evil is a choice. An individual’s choice. Yes, there are many evil witches out there. But there are also evil werewolves. Evil humans, evil anything. So… are we going to judge guilt based on race?” The question hung in the air, curling into their thoughts. Then, from somewhere near the back, a man’s voice rang out. “Who are you?” I turned toward him, meeting his eyes without flinching. My spine straightened. “I am Selene,” I said, every word precisely. “Your Alpha’s mate.” A ripple went through the crowd followed by gasps and murmurs. Heads turning to one another. Some faces lit with surprise,

I said with sharp eyes. "No need for violence, Lucas " "I'm not an Alpha " "But you're an Alpha of her fate, you know?" He said and I froze. How come he knows so much about me that I know. He walked closer to reach me and dropped a small object on the ground and I shifted backward. It was a small black crescent and it was moon marking, carved like a small stone and it's glowing faintly. Every legend about Blood Moon children flashed in my head. "What does this mean?" I asked.

“Not to strangers, not to bargains.” The stranger smiled like a thin blade. “No one here has a patent on power, Alpha,” he said. His voice was smooth as oil. “Power moves. People want it. You can keep her as a child, hide under your law, or you can let us ensure she grows strong enough to protect the pack. That protection is expensive. It requires… binding.” An elder’s hand rose like a judge slapping a gavel. “Binding is the law for heirs,” he said. “A mark given in the Moon Grounds makes the child Blackmoor’s own. It keeps bloodlines pure and power tempered.”

As he clapped his hand, the alpha chief of the Red Dawn pack emerged from the mist, his wicked eyes gleaming with a malevolent grin as he surveyed their group, saying, “Well, well, well, what do I have on my territory? I think I’m going to have so much fun with the hybrid.”

"What is that supposed to mean?" "It means he said whatever your naive little ears needed to hear so he could sink his teeth into you," she snaps, taking a sharp sip from her mug. "That is what Alphas do. They mark you, take your heat, and use you until a true noble bloodline female comes along. And you fell for it hook, line, and sinker." I feel the blood rush to my face, my claws itching to break through my fingertips. "Wait. He didn't just use me!"

A mark could never be broken and only a beta has a slight possibility of breaking the restrain of a mark but as for an alpha or omega, it was impossible. Another thing was that an unmarked could never impregnate or become pregnant which only meant that alphas, omegas, and betas could have sexual intercourse but until they were marked it was impossible for them to get pregnant as far as they had the ancient genes. Another very disturbing issue that made it so that Pures were rare was that if they're marked but their partner ends up not being their 'fated pair', the probability of giving birth to a Pure drops to 30%. They would end up giving birth to children with ancient genes but with unpure

The palace devours the weak; their fates claimed by the shadow (M.) Once chosen, the final girl must undergo a public marking ceremony to become the Alphas’ breeder. Refusal is not an option. Disobedience at this stage is punishable by death or severe consequences for her family. BONUS RULE: MERCY IS NOT AN OPTION.

Meaningless. I adjusted my grip. Tilted her head. Exposed the artery. Prepared to bite down. To drink. To feed— Arms wrapped around me. Serpent strength. Crushing. I snarled. The sound wasn't human. Wasn't wolf. Was something ancient. Predatory. Vampire. Held the maid tighter. She was purple now. Dying. Eyes rolling back. Didn't care. Just needed the blood. Needed— "AMARA! ALPHA COMMAND! STOP!"

“Do you mean to tell me that Luna Zelayah is moon blessed as well as a pureblooded alpha and this fool is about to throw her away? He is dumber than I thought. Did either of you pay attention to the werewolf history class? Of course not, because if you did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. He is an aloha, He is supposed to know what that birthmark means. We shouldn’t be able to fool him like this. It is impossible for a wolf that is not fated to a moon-blessed wolf to touch her intimately. Her wolf would kill any who tried. How does he not know this?” Alpha Richard says shaking his head.