Marked By The Pureblood Alpha Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

Ethan said in a flat tone. "So, you've been carrying all that burden since birth?" Adrian asked, increasingly confused. "That's it. I'm considered the only pure-blood Alpha in the Leonard family. I don't care about such silly things at all," Ethan said, his tone exasperated with a hint of bitterness. Adrian knew about pure-blood Alphas born to Dominant Alpha and Prime Omega parents, or Alpha babies who somehow carried the Supreme mark. There weren't many of them, and usually, they were immediately crowned as the heirs to the family's leadership without any selection or other process.

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.

Something tickled the back of his mind but he couldn't quite grasp it and in the moment he couldn't focus enough to try. As Cora collapsed against his chest he stroked her long, wild waves and kissed the top of her head. "That thing you said Baby, it was really hot. But, did you mean it? Do you want me to fill you up with my cum? Do you want me to try to knock you up?" "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it, Alpha." It was the title that he deserved that had been denied him, and his heart swelled as his little mate recognized him as the rightful Alpha of their pack.

He couldn't fight all my battles. "Bold words," Alpha Mark of the Northern pack spoke up from where he stood to the King's right. He was massive, with graying hair and scars covering his arms. "For an abomination. You should have stayed dead, slave. Your bloodline ended for a reason." "My bloodline ended because cowards murdered my family in the dark," I shot back. "They feared what they couldn't control. The same way you fear me now." Alpha Mark's wolf flashed in his eyes. "I don't fear you, girl. I pity you. You're a mistake that needs correcting."

"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?