The Alpha's Mark Novels & Stories

A smirk dances across my lips and I watch her flounder for what to say. There is no doubt after seeing the look on her face that she is unaware of the stipulations around Alphas and their mates. Ordinary wolves can be marked anywhere and can reject mates at their leisure. Alpha’s, however, have a different set of rules. Rejection must be mutual and in order to mark an alpha the bite must be returned and on the neck. Tilly thinks she marked me and I must say panic looks cute on her.

For a moment, she hesitates before a strong sense of denial laces her expression. “It is common for the Alpha to hide at such a time. If he lives on, then Red Graw does too.” Denial, Marko realised as he stood to approach her. They must have only had such Alphas that treated them like pawns and tools where he no doubt used words like ‘I did this for you’ to keep them loyal and bearing a sense of debt when in reality, their alpha simply bore a charisma so terrifying that it should not be allowed to thrive. He almost felt sorry for the witch, but his nose caught a whiff of something familiar, the same pharmaceutics that were on Alba’s scent!

Mark sends me a reminder through the mind-link that that’s not helping. “Trisha is the daughter of an Alpha,” Mark says. “So… hand her over, and you’re less inclined to die today.” Mark takes a few cautious steps forward, but Max retreats. He can’t go far without running into a baby crib full of infants who would be screaming if they could open their mouths. I have to wonder how many children have died in this room, choked to death, starved. Goddess, I hope none. Mark is slowly walking closer to the asshole, and as he goes, he is using his Alpha tone to make the bastard more compliant, though he is still doing his best to resist.

The realization settled upon me with a strange sense of inevitability, intertwining with a pulsating desire that echoed deep within my being. Though uncertainty lingered, a fierce resolve overcame me. I would willingly submit to his claim, embracing the profound connection we shared. In that moment, I understood that the Alpha's mark was more than a symbol of ownership; it was a testament to an unbreakable bond, a pledge of unwavering loyalty and love.

As blood pours out, it begins to seep into the skin around my wrist, forming a circular red tattoo. When the Alpha releases my hand, I bring my wrist to my face to admire the thin line of red tattoo made from my blood. “Alpha, does this mark allow me to leave the boundary?” “Yes.” He smiles at me before facing the other kids. “I’m only bestowing the mark on you students in advance because there’s no knowing when my schedule would be free. But just because you kids will receive the mark doesn’t mean that you can explore the outer territory before your departure to the other pack. If you’re caught doing so, you will be crossed out of the team. I already informed the coach of this as well. Now,

“But I’d want to do the same to you.” The thought fills my mind all at once. If he carried my marks too, no one could ever take him away from me. No one could ever question who he belonged to. We would never be pulled apart. “I’d let you,” Damian says without hesitation. His eyes stay locked on mine as he continues moving inside me. “I never thought I’d want someone to mark me. But if it was you, I would.” Alphas almost never take marks. They’re the ones who give them. They claim others. They don’t usually allow anyone to claim them back.

As his marked mate, I could passively receive parts of their conversations when his mental energy was unstable, a failsafe to ensure I wouldn't miss important pack information. I never thought it would be useful at a time like this. "Yo, you guys are not gonna believe this. Last night the Alpha was holding Anya but calling out Selena's name. Nearly gave me a heart attack." "Good thing I thought fast and covered for him. Otherwise, if she found out the Alpha only marked her on a whim, that little Beta would totally lose it." "I thought the Alpha was supposed to be devoted. Wasn't the plan to dump her when he got bored? How come he's getting more serious now?"

“Does it hurt,” “Yes, but it's fine, it's a good pain,” I smile. “Can you explain these alpha marks to me?” I ask, still not fully sure what I did. “Sure, let's get into bed and I’ll tell you all about it,” he nods. He pulls back the covers and climbs into the bed, he is wearing his own shorts now and he keeps them on but he pulls off his t-shirt and tosses it across the room. He holds his arms out for me and I crawl up the bed to him. He wraps an arm around me and I rest my head on his shoulder. If he notices I'm still wearing Deacon’s jacket he doesn't say anything as he begins to explain the mark of the alpha. I learn that only the most powerful and dominant of wolves can mark their mate,

Mark After the upcoming joint birthday celebration for my brothers and me, we plan to hold a special ceremony to transfer the Alpha leadership from our father to us officially. This event holds immense significance for our family as it signifies the continuation of our legacy and leadership within the pack. From a very young age, my brothers and I have dedicated ourselves to honing our skills and preparing for the responsibilities that come with being Alphas. It's a role that demands constant attention and focus but is incredibly rewarding. As Alphas, we hold power and influence within our high school, which naturally contributes to our popularity. We have the ability to lead and make an imp

Theo was given special time as the Beta, and was even allowed to hold the baby as long as he wished because of his closeness with Cillian. He cradled little Aaron in his arms and smiled down at him in adoration. He’d had his time with the baby and when he was about to put the baby back in his cradle. He noticed something that caught his attention. Something was missing on Aaron’s right arm, for he lacked the Alpha mark that every new born was supposed to carry at least for the first few weeks after birth. This Alpha symbol was peculiar to every child who had at least one parent as an Alpha. People say the goddess created the Alpha mark for the newborns to distinguish the Alpha babies from th