Novel & Cerita Marked By The Pureblood Alpha

“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.

"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."

Another beta glared at the lady. "Your friend is right, so do not expect anything from him, Miss, it’s just not in his character." A good-looking man with curly hair and tanned skin laughed. An alpha, but not a pureblood. There is a huge difference when it comes to purebloods and only alphas. First, purebloods are rare and at the top of the food chain; they can command and make alphas, betas, and omegas submit to them.However, as I’ve said, they are rare, which is why often times only alphas take the lead, but they can only make betas and omegas submit.

"Why is your pack or whatever you call it after my life?" "You're not a purebred. And not being a purebred makes you a threat to them," "A threat? I can't even fight to save my life." "The evolution of a half-bred always turns out to be extraordinary. You'll get to see in time." He continues, "Marking you instantly made you prone to three things: You could have died, remain human or turn into one of us. You went through the third option and it almost made me go through the option of eliminating you just to ensure the situation doesn't escalate. But I didn't."

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”

He asks his black eyes look at me as if he’s peering into my soul. “I know that you’re Alpha Viktor,” I tell him while trying not to drop my eyes. “It’s been years since I’ve come of age and I never found my mate. How old are you?” He says while running his hand through his long black hair. My eyes drop to the tattoos snaking up his right arm. Flames run up his arm and they turn into a large white wolf. The white wolf is standing proudly and the blue eyes are mesmerizing. The wolf then turns into a moon and there are tribal designs encasing the entire sleeve.

The monster Alpha. They said he’d murdered his entire family the night he shifted for the first time. That he’d risen to power by bathing in his father’s blood. That no one had seen his face since he took the title. That his wolf had glowing red eyes and stood larger than any known Alpha in history. Some said he wasn’t even a man anymore. Just a beast in a body. The kind of thing nightmares were made of. Even now, my heartbeat picked up. Something about that name always unsettled me. Like it didn’t belong in the mouth of a sane person.

Moonshade’s forest had always been a sanctuary—an ancient, sacred place where the pack thrived under the watchful gaze of the moon. But tonight, the familiar rustle of leaves felt different. The wind carried whispers of fear, betrayal, and impending doom. Aria stood at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the dense expanse of trees that stretched far beyond the horizon. The pale silver light of the full moon bathed the land in an ethereal glow, but it did little to soothe the storm raging inside her. Her mark, a dark sigil burned into her flesh by the enemy alpha, pulsed faintly under her skin. It was a constant reminder that she was tethered—caught between two worlds.

But like a flash of lightning, he had me pinned against the wall. “Now you listen to me very carefully sweetheart. You have a mark... not just any mark... but the mark of an Alpha. Now your mate may be an Alpha. But which Alpha? I can't tell. And you don't remember. Now whatever happened between your Alpha and you, I can't tell. But you're on my territory now. And if you do anything stupid, to yourself or that innocent baby, I. will. kill you.” And the fire in his words scorched my skin.

The mark tingled on my neck like a brand of fire and ice. “Alpha Liana,” the Shaman said. “Please mark Alpha Darius to complete this union.” Darius’s mouth glistened with my blood. He turned his face over his shoulder to expose the point where I had to mark him. Without hesitation, I raised myself on toes and sank my fangs in his neck. He let out a low groan, his arms wrapping around me tightly. Marking him felt so natural, like I was made for him. I pulled my fangs out and said, “And now you're mine.”