Novel & Cerita Marked By The Pureblood Alpha

“You marked me… like property.” Darius licked the fresh wound slowly, tasting the copper of blood and the sweetness beneath. He pulled back just enough to admire the imprint of his teeth, already darkening into a vivid claim mark. Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. “Not property. Mine. Every alpha in the kingdom will see this and know to stay away.”

“You and my brother ended your bond! Now you are using cheap tricks to seduce him again? You really think one little mark is all it takes to crawl back into the Blue-Claw Pack?” I take another step. My chest heaves. “Let me be clear! We will never take someone like you back!” The crowd shifts. Hundreds of eyes turn toward us. I can see the shock on the faces of the alpha lords. They are watching. Good. Let them watch. “One accidental mark changes nothing!” I scream, turning my head to the crowd. “Do not fall for her lies! She is a mutt! A lowborn creature who never deserved Alpha honour in the first place!”

“Zara Mensah is my marked mate. She chose the bond. She is not tribute. She is not property. Touch her and I end every pack that follows you.” The second alpha, lean and sharp featured, laughed once. “The mark makes you blind. A human with enemy blood sits at your side and you call it strength. The old laws exist for a reason. Her line carries the spark that once let our kind rule without council or vote. We want that spark back under our control.”

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.

Another Council member speaks. "You understand why that concerns us." I blink. "Not really." Beside me, Aiden's mouth twitches slightly. Alpha Marcus remains completely still. The Alpha continues carefully. "A Pure Alpha female appearing without formal lineage recognition is... unusual." "My father is an Alpha," I point out. "Yes," he replies calmly. "Your father is an Alpha." He pauses briefly. "But your mother is Beta." "And?" The room somehow gets quieter. "Typically," he continues carefully, "Pure Alpha bloodlines come from two dominant Alpha lines."

“Alpha, this blood shows a genetic marker that is not common. It belongs to a rare primordial lineage, one believed to have ruled over these lands centuries ago. It is the highest form of breed within our kind.” Silence fell heavily over the room, thick and suffocating, as the words settled between us and changed everything in a way neither of us was prepared for.

Familiar. A door opened. Three figures entered. They weren’t soldiers. They didn’t need to be. They were wolves. Evelyn knew it instantly — the way their eyes moved, the quiet dominance in their gait. One of them stepped forward. Gray streaks in his beard, a burn mark across his throat. “I know who you are,” he said. “E-113. The Marked. Your bloodline carries the last true alpha strain.” Evelyn didn’t move.

Because when he was born, he didn’t cry. He looked at them. Eyes open. Aware. Watching. The mark of the True Alpha burned into his skin the moment his heart began to beat—a sigil no ritual could grant, no challenge could earn. Leadership etched into his soul. Dominance written into his blood. Wolves would obey him even if they hated him. Then the second truth revealed itself. His blood wasn’t just wolf. It was royal vampire blood—pure, ancient, descended from the First Court. Not turned. Not diluted. A lineage that ruled the night long before packs learned to howl.

How was my birthmark suddenly so important? ​"It is not just a birthmark" the Alpha said, walking around me slowly. "It is the Mark of the Moon-Fire. It only appears once in a generation" ​He stopped in front of me. ​"It brands you as a True Mate. Specifically, a mate designed by the Goddess for the Alpha bloodline" ​My breath hitched. "I... I don't understand. I'm wolfless, I can’t be… " He cut me off immediately ​"Power does not always require a wolf" he muttered, almost to himself. Then he looked at his wife, the Luna.

Alex sighed. “Let me explain it simply for you. Alpha bloodlines when they mark their mate the mark will be the symbol of their line. Luna’s mark is the Kinsley mark, which is two howling wolves flanking a shield with a bloodmoon and a crown over the shield,” Silvercloud explained, nodding at me.