Novel & Cerita Marked By The Pureblood Alpha

Talia growls lowly, confused but still alive, urging me to resist, to survive. Dylan leads me to the altar, hand gripping mine, the weight of control heavy and suffocating. The ritual begins. Blood is drawn, meant to bind us together in the sacred, eternal bond of mating. But something is wrong. My wolf stiffens, instincts screaming. The blood refuses to mingle, recoiling from him. Sparks of rejection ripple through the ritual, a jolt that shocks both of us. Talia howls triumphantly, sensing the golden mark on my chest glowing beneath my skin, powerful and untouchable.

he hissed in a broken voice, possessive and filled with eternal fidelity. He leaned forward and, with a firm movement, sank his fangs directly into the base of my neck. The pain was a fleeting spark, replaced immediately by a wave of mystical heat that sealed our souls forever. The Alpha’s mark was etched into my cinnamon skin, uniting our cores in an indestructible bond that no Council could ever dissolve. I fell into a silver haze of absolute fulfillment, protected by the massive arms of my mate.

Entered the forest. I didn’t look back. The shower has gone cold. I turn off the tap, step out, wrap myself in the threadbare towel. My reflection in the foggy mirror is blurred, but I can still see the faint red mark on my cheek from training today. A new bruise over an old ghost. Marcus is still out there. My father too. They’ll come looking eventually. They always do when something they think they own goes missing. But I’m not theirs anymore. I’m here. In Bloodmoon. With three alphas who don’t look at me like property. Who haven’t touched me without permission. Who gave me a week to prove I belong, not because of my bloodline or my womb, but because of what I can do.

He wanted to fire back at their lewd words, but he held back himself knowing that the assessment would be an avenue to show them what an ousted Omega was capable of doing. When it was finally his turn. He was glad that his sparing partner was one of the males, who had insulted his family. Iver moved with precision, every blow and strike, honed from the years of surviving his family's harsh brutalities. From the edge of the field, Faiz the alpha king watched keenly, the same male, who had saved him from the arrow, yet defied him, was now on his turf. His body as if remembering what had happened, stiffened delectably at the memory.

I still have my position and I can do anything about those students who will tolerate me and breach the rules I will create. Still, I don't know what maybe will happen by that day. I'm still in danger by these vampires surrounds me who wanted to taste my blood, a blood of a human that they didn't ever taste. Although, I knew that they can control their blood addiction, they are still wanted to try the blood of mine. They are also curios what is the taste of the blood of a pure human being.

“Get some sleep,” He whispered and kissed me on the lips. I couldn’t sleep, not when I kept thinking of what just happened. The alpha king of the crimson moon pack just marked me as his. He made me his in every way. it was something I never dared to dream of and now it was the reality. Marking me only met one thing. He was my mate and he branded me as his by putting his mark on me. My wolf cheered within and I couldn’t help the smile that crawled to my face. I felt alive. I felt content. This was it. The turning point of my life, where everything finally falls into place for me.

"Then what is she?" "She's a latent pure-blood," Alaric whispers, standing up to his full height. His massive frame casts a long shadow across the room, his dark aura flaring with possessive, predatory interest. "A bloodline so old and dominant that it suppresses itself until the body undergoes fatal trauma. The Ashfords didn't discard a human. They threw away the most dangerous weapon in the underworld." He turns to his enforcer, his eyes glowing an intense, luminescent gold—the mark of a True Alpha. "Find her in the Blackveil District before the Ashford Pack realizes their mistake. Tell Rowan Mercer to mobilize the enforcers."

I forced out, "what does that process look like?" The woman leaned back. "Taking out an Alpha child is risky. The blood in an Alpha pup fights for survival from the moment of conception. And if this child is tied to a fated connection..." She studied me. "Has he marked you?" "No," I said. "No mark."

How else do you think a Beta could be so capable? Who knows how many Alphas have marked her. She even got herself pregnant with some bastard pup and doesn't even know the father's bloodline, yet she still acts so pure. But you probably don't care, right? You need her to sleep with Alphas to pay for your medical bills. My restrained wolf finally broke through the dam of my control. I suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood. I didn't understand. I had never tried to fight for anything, so why wouldn't they just leave me alone?

My wolf still struggling with her energy levels. “You might not feel the same in two week’s time.” He sighs, looking down at my blood results. His glasses fall down his nose slightly, only for him to subtly push them back up. “What do you mean?” I didn’t understand his comment, the poison was out of my body now and my heart was beating strong. Yes I had a scar on my chest and on my leg but that was nothing in the grand scheme of things. “You’ve been marked…by an alpha…by an Alpha King.”