Marked By The Pureblood Alpha Novels & Stories

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.

“Yes, his late father was a good friend of mine. He is a good kid. Did he bother you?” “Not at all, he was extremely fun throughout the tour.” “Good.” “Father?” She called. “Yes?” “What’s a pack?” Brynn paused in surprise, but his face was unhinged. “Because Phil said something about a pack, an alpha, and being unmarked,” She said, “At first it made me think of him as a freak, but after that, he was entirely fun. So Dad, what’s a pack?” Brynn looked at her, “It’s nothing important, it’s a term we use in my world, same meaning as elites.” He said.

Showing hesitation in a yard full of Alpha heirs was the same as bleeding in front of wolves. Which, technically, we all were. They were everywhere, sons of powerful Alphas from territories I recognized from my father's war maps. Big. Dominant. The kind of wolves who had been groomed for power since before they could shift. I could feel the weight of it pressing against my chest from all directions. That particular heaviness that comes from being surrounded by people who have never been told they couldn't have something. I had been told that my entire life. I kept my face neutral and my eyes forward.

A ripple of energy filled the chamber. The midwives gasped. Damon froze beside me. Alpha. The mark was faint at first — just beneath his left collarbone. A small crescent-shaped birthmark that shimmered subtly under the moonlight filtering through the ceiling. The ancient sign. The mark of a born Alpha. Damon sank to his knees beside the bed. For the first time since I had known him, he looked undone. He touched our son’s tiny hand with a trembling finger. “He carries it,” Damon whispered.

Chase was heavily built like his father with a feminine touch. Toby was outspoken while Chase was soft-spoken. They were a year older than the twin boys. Toby and Lane were the naughty ones. She saw the worried looks of the others and she took the children into the playroom. She came to meet the others discussing. "What was the outcome of the meeting?" Amy asked. "The meeting ended in chaos, Alpha Randolph turned and attacked the Alpha during the meeting," Shane said. The women covered their mouths and Adrianna asked," what made him attack Theodore?" He had allowed them to call him by name whenever they were behind closed doors.

The young Alpha of the Vantheir pack walked past me like I didn’t exist. His dark, powerful aura lingered in the atmosphere like the curls of an intoxicating smoke. And although everyone else was terrified, I felt no fear. The young Alpha of Vantheir carried a primal mark of the Alpha line. My mate, Malric..

“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!”

“No… I…I don’t know anything. It’s always been there since I was born.” Her hand trembled as she traced her hands on the glowing edge. “This is not just a normal birthmark.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “This is the Mark of the Aetherborn… the bloodline of ancient witches. Not just any type of witch…this is the mark of the good witches” My heart stopped. Lauren stepped back slowly, eyes wide. “Alia… you are one of them.” The room spun for a moment. Everything went silent. I stared at her, breath shaking. I am a witch. Just like my mother.

“A pure descendant of Lord Arthur of the Blood Moon pack, the last great house before the great war split the first ancient packs. Many of the packs you know today came from that division. She does not need to perform any rites. She carries the pure blood that flows through your veins.” He pointed across the courtyard as he spoke. And you all know that according to history, we were the most favored by the moon goddess, Lord Marco finished. Damien finally stepped forward. “You are certain this is the truth?” “When have you ever known me to lie, Alpha Damien?” Lord Marco replied, his tone slightly sharp.

“You know there’s more to it than that. We’ve always known who the next Alpha is from the moment they’re born.” Right. I forgot about that part. My birthmark—the one shaped like a crescent moon on my left shoulder blade—has been the telltale sign of my lineage. Every Alpha in my bloodline had the same mark, passed down through generations. It’s how they know, even before we shift for the first time, that we’re destined to lead. “They’ll be expecting to see it,” Dad continues. “Your birthmark. It’s part of the ceremony.” “Of course they will,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair. “Because nothing says leadership like flashing a room full of wolves.”