The Alpha's Mark Novels & Stories

He got what he wanted, no matter what, and there was nothing I could do about it. "Let him go. I’ll come back with you, I’ll be your Luna, but please, just spare him!” I begged, my voice trembling with fear and anger. Alpha Kennis studied me for a long moment, his cold expression unreadable. He contemplated the significance of my words. He merely released his grip on Mark, who collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. “Consider yourself fortunate,” he said with an edge of menace. “But remember one thing: you attempt this again, and there will be consequences. Now that you’re marked, you belong to me.”

I needed to know her. Alpha drove through the checkpoint and made his was through the village making sure to drop spohie off at the house, with a quick hug and a wave good bye Sophie was gone. Alpha Jackson eyed me in the mirror then asked 'what did you hand Trinity?' 'My name and number' I answered With a hint of shame I explained to Alpha that at college, I realised I was interested in women as much as I was interested in men. This news seemed to ammuse the alpha. It almost seemed like it was turning him on.

Alpha Mark said, his voice deep and resonant. My legs trembled as I approached the chair before him, and I fought to steady myself as I lowered myself down. My hands fidgeted in my lap, giving off my anxiety. Alpha Mark leaned back in his chair with comfort and ease, if only he’d known that I was just about to vomit from how scared I felt. "I trust you're aware of the purpose behind this invitation, Alondra," he began, his voice laced with a hint of formality. "The time has come for Weston to assume his role as Alpha, a responsibility that carries great weight and expectation."

Before first bell. Sol's stomach dropped straight through the floor. It wasn't the kiss that gutted him. It was the caption. Derek — had to be Derek — had written: Alpha's grandson caught claiming a mate while the northern alliance visit is days away. Guess loyalty runs thin in that house. Under it, a second clip. Keal and Lior against the wall. A different caption, uglier: Wasn't she supposed to be spoken for? Sol read that line four times before it landed.

I said, trying to hide the fears in my "You're scared "Aria said and I cracked a small laugh. "Why would I be? Alphas don't get scared" I waved my hand in the air. "Yes they do but they don't show it" She flaunts her hair backward and the crescent moon came to view again and I swallowed hard. She isn't aware of her mark yet. I'm sure of that. Her smell of wild jasmine mixed with the night wind cloud my head and the hair my neck stood abruptly.

As they approached, the scent hit them: blood, death, and something else, something that made their wolves bristle with primal fear. A rogue wolf's body lay sprawled across the boundary line, its throat torn out and its eyes staring sightlessly at the morning sky. But it wasn't the violence of the kill that made them pause—it was what had been carved into the dead wolf's chest. A symbol, ancient and ominous, etched deep into the flesh. "What is that?" Nelson asked, his voice hushed. Alpha Marcus knelt beside the corpse, his face paling as he recognised the mark. "It's the sign of the Shadow Alpha," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "A warning and a declaration of war."

As much as I cared little to nothing about him, those words didn't sound so right. “Y'all hate the truth so much,.” She shook her head, staring at me with a pitiful gaze. “Well I do not, and I'm right here to spell it all out.” She threw her both hands into the air dramatically before leaning closer to me. “Well, the Alpha is a little bit messed up, or probably not a little.” She swallowed before pausing for a second. “But I'm not, so you clearly cannot step over me and most definitely not my son!” She said, pointing her finger towards me.

There was weight in it. I moved a little closer, just enough to hear clearly, staying out of sight. “…the Alpha has made his decision.” My fingers tightened around what I was holding. Another voice followed. “The marking will happen soon. Lucia will become Luna.” I didn’t move. I just stood there. Listening. Letting the words settle inside me. “The pack needs stability. This is the best choice.” No one argued. That was what made it real. It was already decided. Not something to discuss.

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 decree was short, geometric, and unbothered by the panic of the valley. By authority of the High Capital Council, and in accordance with the primary provisions of Article IV, Elena read the words aloud, her voice dropping into a hollow, breathless whisper over the stone ramparts. Notice is hereby served to the western sectors. The container is verified as fully corrupted. To clear the lineage and ensure the preservation of the uncontaminated future assets, Alpha King Marcus shall present himself at the northern pass for immediate reclamation under the Primary Bloodline Covenant. Devon stepped back half a pace, his boots crunching loudly in the frozen gravel, his eyes widening with unvarn