Novel & Cerita Marked By The Pureblood Alpha

You could tell he was a good man, and being mated to such a powerful Alpha would be an honor. “Really? Who?” Zarek asked, curiosity creeping into his voice. “Have we met her?” Alpha Cormac placed his fork down, took a sip of his wine, and said, “Indeed, you have.” The twins exchanged confused glances, clearly not understanding, and then he added, “I plan to pick my mate at this year's ceremony, and she will become my partner.” “Who is this person you are going to Mark, father?” Zarek pressed, his voice cold yet curious.

Everyone froze in shock while I just stood here, chest rising and falling, my throat clogged. "I, Diana Blackthorne of Black widow's pack, reject you, Alpha Zaden as my mate!"

All to hide what I really was. Most people thought hybrids were just legends, wolves and witches combining bloodlines. But it wasn’t a legend. Not for me. My father was an Alpha, one of the strongest in the northern territories. My mother was a witch, one of the last bloodline witches left. When their magic and wolf merged, they created something the council would never allow to live. An alpha hybrid. Stronger than any wolf. Stronger than any Alpha. Stronger even than Kai. I rubbed a hand over my face and let out a bitter laugh.

"Look at the blade... it is her own silver-alloy metal... why would I mutilate my own bloodline?" Suddenly, the air inside the nursery dropped ten degrees in a single millisecond. Marcus walked through the threshold. The Alpha King looked like a warlord carved out of solid obsidian, his massive frame completely swallowing the light from the hallway. He did not wear his royal robes; his bare chest was lined with the dark, unhealed veins of his ancient wolfsbane injury, and his heavy iron broadsword was strapped to his back. His dual-colored eyes scanned the scene with cold calculation. He looked at Camille bleeding in the dirt, he looked at the silver dagger, and then he looked directly into

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 turn to leave, I was never going to get a straight answer from her “Just mark him already” “Why?” “So he can be who he is supposed to be, the Alpha of Alphas” I thought he was already the Alpha of Alphas, that’s what I had been told anyway, how would me marking him become an Alpha of Alpha’s “I thought marking him would stop him dying” Amber looks away, its clear that she has let something slip that she shouldn’t “My mark won’t stop him from dying will it, because he was never going to die”

I hide my identity as the Alpha King's only daughter so I can live an ordinary life with Ivan Attridge. On the day I realize I'm pregnant, Ivan comes home to me, his body covered in wounds. He looks at me sadly. "Chloe, please forgive me for keeping you in the dark all this while… I'm actually the sole heir of the Moonveil pack. My father is very sick now, and I have to take over as Alpha. But my family requires me to marry Iris Webb, the daughter of the Stormborn pack's Alpha." Noticing my silence, he nervously grabs my hand. "Darling, I promise I'll only love you. Once Iris gives birth to my heir, I'll return to you." I shake my head and hold his hand tighter. "You don't have to do tha

" The final words echoed through the trees. Liandra screamed. Moonfire consumed her body, burning through flesh and bone until nothing remained but silver ash scattered across the sacred stones. The grove fell silent. The witches who survived would spend the rest of their lives trying to understand the prophecy...and far beyond the mountains, the darkness had already found what it was searching for. A vessel. A powerful Alpha. A man whose ambition made him vulnerable to corruption. Marik Vane. The darkness slipped inside him without a sound. ~~~ The Rise of Bloodmark Marik Vane had never been a kind man. As Alpha of the Bloodmark Pack, he ruled through strength, discipline, and an unwavering

“He’s been tracking down the root of the wildlings ever since they pillaged his village as a child. Killed off his whole family and a slew of pure-blood lycan Alphas. He’s the last Alpha lycan of pure blood in existence.” Pure-blood Alphas were Alphas with a family line of pure Alphas. Some alphas produced betas and sometimes Deltas-in rare cases, even Omegas. However, there were a few with a bloodline completely born of Alphas. Those were the families that could actually choose their mates without very little consequence. There weren’t a lot of these families in existence to begin with, according to Master Wade-wolf, lycan or otherwise. “He’s known as the king of the lycans.” Master Wade ad

"Indulge me please Alpha King but would you explain why a wof would have a circular swirl like marking at their abdomen, just below the heart?" Alpha Xavier turns then, sitting forward, as his elbows rested against his thighs. He gazes at me, almost in solem thought. His eyebrows dip in contemplation, the only telltale sigh that this would be no ordinary conversation. "Only true blood Alpha's carry that marking. Where have you met an Alpha and still remain alive?" "As I mentioned in our first encounter, I was apart of a camp once."