The Alpha Beast Who Marked Me Novels & Stories

My body, my wolf, my choices, my mark. "Dylan, I'll never be your luna. I, Madison Clark, the daughter of Silverfang's Beta, reject you, Dylan, as my Alpha and my mate."

“That rogue could have killed her!” Ciara’s expression hardened. “And if it had?” The words froze the room. “Then this problem would have been solved before it became a disaster.” Rage surged through my chest so violently that my claws nearly pushed through my skin. “She is human,” Ciara continued firmly. “You are the Alpha of this pack. Your mate should carry Alpha blood. Beta blood at the very least.” “That’s not how the bond works,” I snapped. Her gaze sharpened. “Then fight it.”

Liora screamed my name and threw herself at the new threat, but it slapped her aside like she was nothing. I forced myself up, my vision losing its focus. “Liora.. get back!” The enhanced wolf , Unit Seven , stood over me, silver veins glowing. “Primary Alpha target. Termination authorized.” Its claws came down. I rolled desperately, but it still tore deep gashes across my back. I roared in pain and shifted fully, my black wolf form hitting it with everything I had left. We crashed through a weakened wall into another chamber. The fight became brutal and primal. It was stronger, faster, but I was fighting for my mate, my pack, and the future we’d barely begun to imagine.

She had even tried to get him to stand up, but he refused, and she noticed the tear marks. She had wondered what Aurora might have done to her Alpha, to put him in such a feeble state. Fortunately for Aurora, she had already gone to work before Bianca came to look for her in her room. Getting the news of Aurora’s absence, Bianca fumed badly, but her scepter silently took the harsh crushing of her hand. “The Queen Bee.” She said to the driver, who wasted no time zooming off. She stared at her claws that came out, “I believe we’re going to have so much fun today.” She said to her claws and gave a dreadful, sinister smile.

He looked at me with guarded eyes. “We have not completed the marking anyway. If you keep making trouble, there is no need to hold another marking ceremony.” I looked at the two of them, and a trace of mockery passed through me. If I were still the homeless rogue he had brought back three years ago, perhaps my heart would have broken. But now, only disappointment remained. If this place no longer welcomed me, then I should return to the pack that truly belonged to me. After all, three days ago, I had reunited with my birth parents, the Alpha and Luna of the Frostvale Pack.

"That is no ordinary mark. Your marker must have been powerful. That is an Alpha’s mark." Her words hit me hard. I touch the mark without thinking. An Alpha? That explains the strength of it, the way it still burns sometimes. But if he was an Alpha, why did he abandon me? Why mark me and then disappear without a word? More questions than answers swirl in my head, making everything feel heavier.

It was a searing, white-hot fire that felt like it was melting straight down into my collarbone, locking her name into my flesh. In my entire life. I had never been marked before. I was the Alpha; I took skin, I didn't give it. But right now, the beast in my chest wasn't listening to my commands. He was focused entirely on the female standing just a few feet behind me, demanding that I turn around and claim what she had just branded. I was losing my mind. The panic was a cold, sharp blade cutting straight through my gut. I felt exposed. Weak.

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.

The only thing I could hear was the pumping of my heart in my ears as I stared up at him. I didn’t know what I expected when they dragged me off to meet their Alpha, a crazed beast who fed on blood from mystical virgin creatures like my kind. Whose generation was known for drinking us dry and defiling us, turning us to pitiable humans with a quick countdown to die.