Marked By The Pureblood Alpha Mga Nobela at Kwento

The first was about the firstborn child of a blessed wolf and a pure-blooded Alpha who would save the world and unite the species. The second one – the one Marion was referring to – was about the first daughter of a strong, pure bloodline. She would bring hell on earth if she accepted her true mate. It seems that the Goddess favored the pure-blooded Alphas. Because the last two of them would be fathers to either a miracle or an omen.

“Don't play that game with me, you are a Lycan king, I know the powers of a Lycan and what they are capable of doing” “Yes but this mark has gone really deep, his betrayal didn't start the day you thought it did, you had been taking the pain for a long while until the mark ate deep inside of you, In fact, it's a miracle you have survived to this point, only those with Alpha blood can survive this” “So what are you saying, that since it has gone deep, we can't get rid of it?” I swallowed my spit hoping that wasn't what my reality was going to be as he lowered his head, as if afraid to break the news to me.

His voice gets all flat and he even rolls his eyes like I’m wasting his time. I run my hand through my hair, already at the edge of losing it, and point at Lily and Mia. “Fine then, take theirs.” Both girls nod, ready and willing, but Mark just shrugs. “It won’t do shit,” he says, glancing over at Damon and Theo too. “Same for them.” And that’s when I know something’s off. “Why the hell not?” I cross my arms, staring him down. “Because none of them have alpha blood.”

Maybe her mother would step forward, take her in her arms, wipe the blood from her face, and whisper, "It’s a mistake, sweetheart. Come home." But her mother didn’t move. Her eyes were cold. Unforgiving. Like she was looking at something vile crawling across the ground. “She’s not one of us.” Alpha Cian’s voice broke the silence. Sharp, heavy, and final. “She doesn’t belong to this pack.” He turned toward Maddox, her father. “And as Beta, it is your duty to protect the pack.” Maddox didn’t hesitate. His voice was firm, echoing across the woods. “Yes, Alpha. I love my pack… and I’ll do anything to keep it safe.”

But then he blinked, and by the time his eyes flickered to me once more he was the same as ever. “Tell me it is not common, that it is not ideal or even convenient for you—these are excuses I would understand. But do not stand there and tell me that you would refuse me because you do not want to leave a life behind that I never asked you to! You can be the Luna of the Sanguis Pack, and still remain Alpha—so to speak—of the Crimson Shadows—”

The only thing I could hear was the pumping of my heart in my ears as I stared up at him. I didn’t know what I expected when they dragged me off to meet their Alpha, a crazed beast who fed on blood from mystical virgin creatures like my kind. Whose generation was known for drinking us dry and defiling us, turning us to pitiable humans with a quick countdown to die.

“Rafael,” Saraya called his name and sat straight. Raf eyed her face and hummed in response, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “What is meant by pure Alpha bloodline?” Saraya asked. Raf leaned back slightly, his expression turning thoughtful. “The ones who are born with Alpha blood running through their veins are known as pure Alphas. It doesn’t mean that only werewolves from the pure Alpha line have the right to rule or become an Alpha,” he clarified calmly. “Anyone can rise to the position of Alpha if they are strong, worthy, and accepted by their clan. But pure Alpha blood refers to those families who have carried the Alpha title since the very beginning of the superna

Two guards stood outside, their faces carefully blank as they pulled the doors open for us. Inside, the room fell silent as we entered. Eight people sat around the large oak table that had been in the pack house for generations. Alpha Gregory at the head, with four pack elders, the oldest and most respected wolves, flanking him on either side. My father Thomas sat to Gregory's right, looking uncomfortable. Linda and Damian sat at the far end, both glaring openly at us. I noticed how Cross rolled up his sleeve slightly, revealing a dark mark on his inner wrist, a crescent moon with a star at its center, the mark that all firstborn heirs carried. The symbol of his birthright, clear for everyon

He brought out the old book that his mother had given to him before she died, it was the only thing his father had left for him and turned it to the page where the curse was written. “Every firstborn son of the Alpha bloodline, shall carry the mark and its madness.” He always carried this book as a reminder of what he never wanted to be. The Alpha's before him, had ruled with iron fists, using the power to dominate and control the people. His great grandfather has ruled in that manner, he was a dreaded Alpha. He had burned rival packs, never tolerated rogues but in the end, the madness had come. That madness was also in him but only if he let the power consume him with rage but he didn't wan

He moved like a blur, tearing through the attackers without hesitation. His hands were claws. His eyes burned gold. His shirt was gone, his chest heaving, teeth—fangs—bared. Not human. Not possible. But real. I watched as he finished the last of them—ripping its throat out like paper—before he turned toward me. I couldn’t move. My mark pulsed like a drumbeat on fire. My body shook. Ivan approached slowly. Carefully. His claws retracting, blood dripping from his jaw.