The Alpha's Mark Novels & Stories

"You did it. You saved us." Rowan looked up at me, his eyes fading back to hazel, but the amethyst fire was still there, deep in the iris. He reached up, his hand trembling as he touched the mark on my neck. "I'm sorry, Alice," he whispered. "I didn't just save you. I marked you." "What does that mean?" I asked, my heart sinking. "It means every Alpha in this wasteland can smell you now," he said, his voice breaking. "And they won't stop until the Beast is dead and the Origin is back in a cage."

As if he could feel my eyes on him, he turned his dull, lightless ones on me, and after a moment they slid away and he returned to looking at the wall. “… You will tell me where Gina is.” The order was softly spoken, with none of the compulsion that usually accompanied an Alpha Command. This meant that Hector’s injuries from the fight, or perhaps his emotions in the aftermath, stopped him from using the ability. I saw the same realisation settle over Marcia’s features, because at the next moment I could practically see the wheels in her head turning as she wondered how she would spin this out in her favour. Her gaze shifted to Alex, who acted oblivious to his surroundings, and after a beat s

I smiled. "What if I did?" He said, trying to be bold. "Even if you did... it would never work out." I blurted. He flinched at what I said and didn't talk anymore. I waited and waited but he didn't say a thing, even his friends didn't utter a word. "She's right, you know?" Misa unexpectedly said, making me look at her. "I'm sure you heard me say it before, you know... when you were eavesdropping. He's an alpha and not just any alpha, he's an elite among elite."

Helen wore a shimmering gold gown and clung to Alpha Max,all through. Nobody was to eat anything until The Alpha emerged. They all stayed quietly waiting, then they saw a shadow proceed from the dark and it was Alpha Max. He looked different and the side of his neck had a mark of approval. He watched everyone steadily and raised his hands and the people,chanted his name victoriously. It was a new era.

I cared about the alpha much more than any of them could ever, we shared the mate bond that meant he was mine, always. "Hmmph," a small snicker left his lips, "It's clear even the alpha doesn't trust you that well. He didn't let you finish the marking." He said and I furrowed my eyebrows, my hand instinctively moving up to touch the mark that was on my neck. "You don't have your mark on him." He raised a brow as if understanding my confusion. Usually when omegas had a mate, their mate explained the process to them because of the lack of knowledge but if I had to mark the alpha why wouldn't he have told me in the first place.

But like a flash of lightning, he had me pinned against the wall. “Now you listen to me very carefully sweetheart. You have a mark... not just any mark... but the mark of an Alpha. Now your mate may be an Alpha. But which Alpha? I can't tell. And you don't remember. Now whatever happened between your Alpha and you, I can't tell. But you're on my territory now. And if you do anything stupid, to yourself or that innocent baby, I. will. kill you.” And the fire in his words scorched my skin.

She pointed to another table with the different names scribbled around. "Good, also, Alpha Shane's Luna can't sit next to Alpha Derek's Beta. She's a germaphobe, and Derek's beta has no idea what hygiene is." “Noted.” I muttered, watching as she pointed out several sitting arrangements that would have probably led to a war in Jacob's continent. A war was, however, not what I wanted, I just wanted him dead. “You also have to know the names of each of the Alphas, their mates, and their betas. I made you a chart so it'll be easy.” She unfolded the chart for me.

Two guards stood outside, their faces carefully blank as they pulled the doors open for us. Inside, the room fell silent as we entered. Eight people sat around the large oak table that had been in the pack house for generations. Alpha Gregory at the head, with four pack elders, the oldest and most respected wolves, flanking him on either side. My father Thomas sat to Gregory's right, looking uncomfortable. Linda and Damian sat at the far end, both glaring openly at us. I noticed how Cross rolled up his sleeve slightly, revealing a dark mark on his inner wrist, a crescent moon with a star at its center, the mark that all firstborn heirs carried. The symbol of his birthright, clear for everyon

“No wolf would agree to this.” “You’d be surprised what desperation can convince someone or some people rather, to do.” Liora crossed her arms over her chest. “So let me guess, drugs? Training? Mind control?” Michelle smiled. “Something like that.” The first wolf stepped stepped further into the room, and he flexed his muscles as he looked at me from head to toe. And when he spoke his voice was low, as if he wanted it to carry a dangerous air, “Alpha target confirmed.” Shit. Yeah, I was goddamn right. This was a weapon.

She needed the identity of those Alphas. "You are right. The documents should be in father's study. Let's check them out." As soon as they got to the study, Godiva broke down in tears. She could feel her father's presence heavily because he spent a lot of time there. It wasn't long for Theresa to locate the documents. From the way they were kept in the drawer beside his desk, there was great importance attached to it from everything else. Godiva's last bit of hope began to dwindle when Theresa read the names; "Alpha Alonso, Alpha Storm, Alpha Bond, Alpha Brick, Alpha Caesar, Alpha Jax and Alpha Ice. They are just as fierce as their name sounds."