Marked Twice By The Alpha King Novels & Stories

"Yes. Humans murdered the mate of the Alpha King. " "The Alpha What? Did you just say King? You have a King?" "We have an Alpha King. His name is Xavier. He was the one that gave me the mark you saw. " "Why?" "His own selfish reasons and expectations. " I reach over, running my finger against the large ink that's buried into his skin. It stands like a carving that intricately woven, every inch tediously thought out and executed. This wasn't an ordinary tattoo. "Why did they kill his mate?"

His words had struck a chord within me—his mention of the alpha king and the mark that had eluded him. The alpha king, a figure of legend and power, had cast a long shadow over the kingdom's history. His mark was not just a physical trait; it symbolized authority, lineage, and an unbreakable tie to the noble bloodline. For the crown prince to allude to possessing that mark, and then reveal that he did not inherit it, was a revelation that held significance beyond the immediate situation.

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”

At their front, Aria rode a black mare, the moon-dagger at her side. The world seemed to hold its breath as they passed through old war zones, burned forests, and long-forgotten borders. When they reached the Red Summit, the battlefield was already set. Rows of the Alpha King's elite stood in formation, tall, masked wolves in gleaming armor. At the center, seated on a throne of dark stone, sat King Malrick the Alpha King himself. His eyes were silver and cruel. His presence chilled the air. “You came,” he said, smiling. “I expected you to run.”

He had a distinct scar running across his left eye, but it didn’t take away from his sharply defined features. His eyes fell on me as he checked me out from top to bottom. I didn’t miss the subtle hint of a smirk on his face, “Is she the one the Alpha has been obsessed over?” Obsessed? I raised my brows and as if noticing my reaction, he grinned, “I am Markus, the Alpha King’s right hand. It's a pleasure to meet you.”

“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.

One can reject the unmarked mate, kill the unmarked mate and they will only feel immense pain, but if someone's marked mate dies. They die with them. The Alpha King grits his teeth and stubbornly pushes his hand forward, as his claws nudge my beating heart. My head spins and my hand drops down from his. Blood splatters out of my mouth, but my eyes never leave his silver gray orbs. It's unbearable. It's deadly...The pain. But, I can rest in peace now. The Alpha King - Cain Reyes feels it... My pain. And if I die... He will die with me.

And this was what I needed to know that this mission I started was still on track. I take off the same piece of clothing that resisted the bane from the first time. And this time it also came into good use after successfully using the piece to aid my team in defeating the opposition. Even though it was clear that we were the opposition. I dump the piece on the ground, adjusting my hair in the process. It was already rough from the whole procedure I had to go through all day. I look down to see the supposed soon-to-be Alpha. He was laying unconscious there, completely knocked out cold from the amount of banesmoke he had to inhale.

How much he made me want to sprint for my life away from him. “ I-It’s them…right? The tattoo…it’s them.” Tightly, I shut my eyes remembering the mark of those men that tried to kill us. The mark is easy to recognize because it’s unique. A yelp escapes from my lips when I felt how Alpha King gripped my chin and made me look at him. His anger is very visible.

But my victory tasted like ash. I stood amidst the carnage, my chest heaving, every muscle taut with rage. The last of Ronan’s warriors were being bound, their snarls muffled under the hands of my men. I should have felt relieved. Instead, my eyes locked on the bodies of the unfamiliar warriors, men who bore not Ronan’s crest, but the mark of another. The Alpha King’s crest. One of my lieutenants knelt beside a corpse, lifting a shredded breastplate. The sigil was clear, etched deep into the steel, a crowned wolf, wreathed in flame.