Marked By The Pureblood Alpha Novels & Stories

My wolf still struggling with her energy levels. “You might not feel the same in two week’s time.” He sighs, looking down at my blood results. His glasses fall down his nose slightly, only for him to subtly push them back up. “What do you mean?” I didn’t understand his comment, the poison was out of my body now and my heart was beating strong. Yes I had a scar on my chest and on my leg but that was nothing in the grand scheme of things. “You’ve been marked…by an alpha…by an Alpha King.”

Darian took out a white handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket- he wiped the blood off his hands as though the blood came from an animal he had killed, but no matter how much he wiped they were still stained red. I moved back against the couch and shook my head when he turned to watch me. Before I could think I blurted out, “I’m already marked,” and watched as he froze where he stood. I cock my head just an inch to make sure he could see it. Out of all of the Alphas here, the King included, Emanuel was the lesser of all evils and he marked me. I couldn't think of a fate worse than someone overthrowing that and claiming me for sport.

"I used to think it was just a strange birthmark. In the Blackwood pack, they told me it was a deformity. A sign of my weak, corrupted human blood." A dark, dangerous growl vibrated deep within Vance’s chest, the sheer power of his Beta aura making the window panes rattle slightly. "A deformity? That mark is the royal crest of our pack. It is a sacred brand passed down through the Alpha's direct descendants. There is no human blood in whoever has that mark." "But I don't have a wolf," I said again, refusing to believe him. "If I were a princess, if I were a pure-blooded Alpha's daughter, wouldn't my wolf be strong?

“I beg the Sixteen Elders: torture her until she reveals who she works for, which pack she belongs to, and what powers she carries.” A harsh silence fell. Reinhardt’s eyes opened at that moment… but he still didn’t speak. “Who is she?” one of the elders asked. Bertolt stepped forward, his tone dark and serious. “As all full-blood Schmidts know, there is a curse carried by every Alpha since the time of Alpha Julian. Reinhardt here is the third Alpha to bear this mark.” “Yes. True,” Old Lady Gertrude added. “The mark born from our war with the Magnolia Pack.”

This was a mark of the True Bloods. "Alpha Cade, get back!" Elias’s voice cracked through the air, full of defence. My Beta stepped into the light, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with a horror I hadn't seen in him since we were boys. He saw the sigil, and his hand flew to the hilt of his blade. "Those are True Blood markings.” He turned to look at me, his eyes narrowing. “You’ve brought traitors to our doorstep!” His voice was hard as he stared at me. “Please tell them to leave, or we open fire."

Audrey sighed defeatedly, she was now feeling like a villain who was forcing people to tell her their shameful secrets. "Hey, It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," Audrey said quietly. "He's fine," Alpha Lake scoffed. Marke glared at him, "I'm supposed to be the Alpha," Mark said to Alpha Lake. "But you're not," Alpha Lake shrugged. "I still have the Alpha blood," Mark sat up. "I'm pure blood," Alpha Lake stated calmly, relaxing back on the sofa. Audrey and Maria were looking from one person to another, they were very eager to find out where their conversation was leading to.

“That is not possible.” She nodded once, her expression tight. “It should not be.” A cold chill ran through me, “What kind of markers?” I asked, though something inside me already knew the answer. She met my gaze, and there was no avoiding it now. “One belongs to the Ironblood Alpha line,” she said. My breath caught. “And the other…” she paused, as if struggling to find the right words. “The other is older. Stronger. It carries the signature of the Lycan King.”

He was still very confused, how did she possess such strength, he could clearly remember the change in the color of her eyes. It turned golden, it was only Alphas or wolves at the Alpha level that could do that. " What has the Mating mark done to you?" He mumbled. He brought his hand to her face and removed her hair strands away from her face. His gaze immediately went to her wet enticing lips and hell, he was drawn to it. He hesitated for a moment before he leaned closer to feel how she tasted but when their lips were just a few inches away, she sneezed for Isaac to immediately stiffened like someone that had been caught at a crime scene.

The others could blend in with the crowd because it was only during their transformations that the color of their eyes depending on their rank was revealed. But pure-blood Alphas had red eyes and unimaginable strength. They were uncommon, dangerous, and uncontrollable. Killing machines... If I can put it that way. I took a deep breath as a memory came back to me. Denver. Slave # 345. He was a pure-blooded Alpha... His red eyes were intriguing, both handsome and observant. So fascinating that I was afraid they were going to burn me... Other more personal memories surfaced... I closed my eyes, refusing to think about them...

She looked like she wanted to scream but couldn’t find the words. “Scarlett,” she said finally, turning back to me. “That’s the mark of the pure bred Alphas who are blood oaths. The seal of the moon goddess herself.” The air thickened. My stomach dropped like a stone in the sea. I forced a laugh, though it shook. “Youre coming up with these shit right ?”