The Alpha Beast Who Marked Me Novels & Stories

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.

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.

But it wasn’t the number that made my stomach sink. It was the one in the middle. Mask shattered. Half his face burnt. The Masked Alpha had returned. This time he didn’t speak. He just lifted one arm slowly and pointed at the boy beside me. My heart froze. The Alpha opened his mouth. And howled. Not a normal howl. It split the sky. The very earth shivered beneath us. The mark on the boy’s chest flared again, just once, like a beacon answering its master. And then they closed in fast. Dozens.

It wasn't the girl that walked into my office a few weeks before. "Thank you all for coming," I said, standing up to gain everyone's attention. The room fell into a hushed silence. "Thank you to Alpha Peter who has sent some of his best fighters to help us. We're here because my mate, Blaire Summers, has been marked by a dragon king—," "Marked?" Alpha Peters asked. "When was she marked?" he asked, leaning onto the table, his light brows pulled down in confusion. "We thought he was attempting to mark her."

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”