Marked Twice By The Alpha King Novels & Stories

She rose so fast that I didn't have time to react. Just as quickly, she brushed my hair away from my neck, revealing my mark. She gasped and took a step back. "Mother, I can explain," I started. "I..." "You have the mark of an Alpha," she stated with a scared expression. "And it's fresh." My eyes widened to the size of saucers. "How do you know that?" As if in slow motion, she extended her hand and pulled down the collar of her own shirt. There, on her porcelain skin, were wounds shaped like teeth.

I turned to the alpha king to see if he was in on this but his expresion was unchanging. She pushed her partner forward gently, "meet Natalie, the alpha king's mate." She introduced the woman standing next to her. The tray in my hands crashed to the floor and the glass of water that was on it shattered to pieces breaking the silence and causing every head in the room to turn in my direction.

Ka’al was their alpha king! .

"My king, just fight the woman. If something happens, I will stand by your side to take care of it." "Good," Jared declared, turning to address the crowd with a newfound bravado. "My people, I am your king, the bravest and strongest in our community. I will engage in combat with this woman, one-on-one. I will even release her from her handcuffs. But be aware, she already has a wound from before, and there's nothing I can do about that." The crowd's fervor intensified as one voice called out, "Alpha King!" Soon, others joined in, their chants rising in unison: "Alpha King, Alpha King, Alpha King!"

One line of text: "You killed the wrong brother. The real Alpha King is still coming." My blood went cold

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

“Then protect me by surviving this.” Kael’s lips pressed against hers—a fleeting kiss, tender and fierce all at once. A promise sealed in the language of lovers and warriors alike. — The battle came not with a roar but a whisper. The Crimson Fang emerged from the forest like smoke—silent, unnatural, disciplined. Their eyes glowed with malice, their armor jagged and dark. And at the center of them stood a figure cloaked in shadows: Malrik, the rogue Alpha. Once Kael’s rival. Now, a symbol of everything corrupted and lost.

I said with sharp eyes. "No need for violence, Lucas " "I'm not an Alpha " "But you're an Alpha of her fate, you know?" He said and I froze. How come he knows so much about me that I know. He walked closer to reach me and dropped a small object on the ground and I shifted backward. It was a small black crescent and it was moon marking, carved like a small stone and it's glowing faintly. Every legend about Blood Moon children flashed in my head. "What does this mean?" I asked.

Every full moon, he would lose his sanity and turn into a beast driven only by slaughter. Even worse, the witch cursed him to kill his destined mate, and he'd never be able to mark anyone. Under normal circumstances, such a dangerous Alpha who couldn't mark a mate would never find one in his pack. But he was still the Alpha of Norfolk Pack. So the pack decided to follow the prophecy of the Moon Goddess by holding a hunting contest to publicly choose a mate for him. The champion shewolf would become his mate. In the Ashford family living room, my mother, Mary Ashford, held up the marking proposal. Her face had gone pale.

"We have men surrounding the perimeter in which it was last..." The room erupted in utter silence. No one dared to mutter one single word to the king. He could hear their spiked heartbeats and how much they reeked of fear. He wiped the blood from his sword onto the corpse slumped in front of him. He managed to keep a calm composure. But he could feel his inner beast clawing at him to be released. The beast wanted to protect his beloved king. It urged to demote destruction on anyone who ever thought of betraying him.