Novel & Cerita The Alpha Beast Who Marked Me

"I admit I was wrong in the past. I'll make it up to her slowly. But what does that make Jasper, taking advantage of her grief?" At that moment, the ceremony reached the exchange of the mating mark. The High Priest held up a moonstone and asked me, the future Luna, if I was willing to accept the Alpha's mark. Kade could no longer contain his raging wolf. He shook off Chloe's hand and lunged for the altar. But he was intercepted by enforcers who were already on alert. He struggled but couldn't break free. All he could do was scream at the top of his lungs, "Anya, don't let him mark you!"

He lay on the floor, defeated. Then his voice cracked. “Aurora,” he rasped. “Come back to me. Please.” I stood above him, breath heavy, blood streaking my fur. Slowly, I shifted back, standing over him in my human form. My voice was cold. “You don’t understand. It’s too late. I’m already marked. By Alpha Gray.” His face twisted, rage breaking through again. “No!” he screamed. His fists pounded the ground, blood flying. “He doesn’t deserve you!”

Spirits of fallen warriors—guardians of the vault. Kael stepped forward, blade drawn. Aria summoned a shield of moonfire. “We don’t want to fight you,” she called. “We seek the truth you died to protect!” The spirits paused as if evaluating their worth. Then one stepped forward—taller than the rest, armored in silver, and bearing the mark of an ancient Alpha. He spoke in a voice that echoed through the marrow. “Truth demands sacrifice. You must prove your bond.”

“It is not stamped into your blood because you were born a witch… or a werewolf… or anything else. Evil is a choice. An individual’s choice. Yes, there are many evil witches out there. But there are also evil werewolves. Evil humans, evil anything. So… are we going to judge guilt based on race?” The question hung in the air, curling into their thoughts. Then, from somewhere near the back, a man’s voice rang out. “Who are you?” I turned toward him, meeting his eyes without flinching. My spine straightened. “I am Selene,” I said, every word precisely. “Your Alpha’s mate.” A ripple went through the crowd followed by gasps and murmurs. Heads turning to one another. Some faces lit with surprise,

“I don’t want you to run from this. From us. You’re not just part of something bigger—you’re the reason I’m still trying to protect what’s left.” My chest tightened. “You’re saying that like I asked for it.” “You didn’t. But now it’s yours.” “No,” I whispered. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for magic or monsters or moonlit destiny.” His expression flickered. I turned away, clutching my coat like it might keep the world from shifting again. “I’m going to figure out what that mark means,” I said. “And when I do, if it turns out I was dragged into someone else's war—”

I could feel it burn into my skin, stretching over my muscles and the pain was almost maddening. “Jericho!” Kai said loudly as he grabbed me and I pulled my jacket and shirt off to try and find some sort of relief from the pain. As instantly as it had started, it dissipated and I could breathe normally again. Kai turned me around and his eyes were full of shock. “What is it?” I asked him, my heart still beating fast. “You’ve been marked,” he said to me. “Marked? What do you mean? How?” I asked him. “Your Alpha mark, it’s on your back but it's unlike anything I’ve ever seen before,” Kai said and I thought I heard a tone of admiration from him.

Her mate. She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering against the sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows. As her mind cleared, a heat crawled up her neck, a blush fueled by the memories of the night before. She was tucked into a massive bed, dressed in a silk white nightgown she didn't recognize. ‘He must have changed me,’ she thought, a small, secret smile tugging at her lips. She reached up, her fingers tracing the raised, sensitive skin on her shoulder. The mark. It was real. A surge of triumph filled her; she wouldn't have to marry the man her father had chosen. She had an Alpha now. She had a mate.

Hunter chuckled, his lips brushing against her neck as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "I want to mark you," Hunter murmured, his voice husky as his lips hovered near her skin. "I’m already yours, Alpha Hunter. Mark me however you want," Aleah replied, her gaze steady and full of love. Hunter stared at her, almost in disbelief. A slow smile spread across his lips as he leaned in, his mouth brushing against her neck. His eyes shifted, glowing their striking gold with emerald hues, as he bit her neck with passion. Aleah clung tightly to him, her grip firm as she felt the intensity of his mark.

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.

The bond hit like a chain locking shut. I could feel him. Not just his hands, not just his weight. Him. My breath came in shallow, broken gasps as I clutched at his shirt, not to pull him closer, but because my body refused to let go. Panic clawed at my throat. “What did you do?” I choked. He released me slowly. I slumped against the tree, barely staying upright. The pack had gone completely still. Every eye was on me now. “You’re marked,” the Alpha said.