The Alpha's Mark Novels & Stories

Listening to his small groans only increased her own pleasure. Lorenzo felt her walls clench even tighter around his shaft, and her breathing became ragged. He knew she was close, and he felt his own climax approaching. “Mark her,” said Marcel. “Mark him,” said Maeve. “Can I mark you?” he asked. She nodded her head eagerly in response. “An Alpha’s mark is a lot stronger, it might make you feel dizzy or sleepy, but you’ll be all right, ok?” “I’m ready,” she kissed him tenderly.

I wondered what was going through his head. “And?” he asked River without looking away from me. “The mark,” River said quietly. Something shifted in the Alpha’s expression. Barely there, but I felt it, like a ripple in still water. “What mark?” My voice was sharper than I meant it to be. This was the second time I was hearing of this mark, a mark I was yet to see. Neither of them answered. The Alpha leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. “Look at me,” he said.

I thought of everyone who had decided, on my behalf, what I was allowed to know. "I'll stay," I said. Kael's POV>>>>>>> I returned to the Council hall to find the hostile Alpha already on his feet, word of the mark somehow having reached him before I did. "She bears a second mark," he said. "That confirms everything I feared." "It confirms nothing," the first Alpha countered. "You don't yet know what it means." "I know it hasn't appeared publicly in twenty-four years." The fourth Alpha leaned forward, something calculating in his expression I recognized from every trade negotiation I'd ever survived. Voices rose again, the room fracturing into the same lines as before, until the fifth Alpha

And she told them to say they had dug her out of the snow. A collective gasp went around the fire. "The Alpha did two things on the spot." He held up two fingers. "First, he made her kneel on the silver sand all night. Second, he cast her out as a rogue. "He issued an order forbidding anyone to shelter her. Across the territories of nine packs, anyone who takes her in will be cast out too. "But he didn't kill her. The Elder urged him to end it cleanly, but he refused. "He said one thing. I heard the exact words from the messenger."

There, on my left shoulder blade—just below the curve of my neck—was a strange mark. A twisted rune, inked in deep red, shaped like a claw wrapping around a teardrop. “What the hell…” I muttered, rubbing at it hard. Nothing. I grabbed makeup remover. Still nothing. Alcohol. Soap. Nail polish remover. The mark remained, burned into my skin. “This isn’t happening,” I whispered, backing away from the mirror. I didn’t get tattoos. Not randomly. The only one I had was the High Table’s moon emblem on my chest.

Adrian asked Alpha Mark with furrowed brows. "I have no plans of waging a war with your pack or something like that; all I want is my daughter and grandson, and if they are already dead, then let me bury them in my pack," Alpha Mark said to Adrian in reply. "And what about your beta? Don't you also want him in case he's still alive?" Adrian asked Alpha Mark, who scoffed at him. "I don't give a damn about him; he's the one that misled my daughter into doing all the evil things that she did, so I don't care whether he's dead or alive," Alpha Mark said to Adrian, who scoffed before shaking his head in disbelief.

A rumbling growl rattled the glass shower screen door. “That does not belong to her Mate” Tobias’s deep voice growled. How could that not belong to her Mate, it’s a mating mark. Outdated and considered a possessive gesture. But they are True Mates, so what the hell. But if it’s not Gunner’s then who’s is it? “Gunner didn’t mark her?” I asked him, “He did, but that marking is not his. The Alpha’s mark was healed and shaped in two perfect semi circles. This mark is forced, aggressive and messy” he answered me,

“Nico, it is good to see you again. The exchange in title is quite easy. I will swear you in as alpha and then you will bite your father where the alpha mark is. This will exchange his alpha title officially to you.” “I’m sorry, he has to bite his father,” asks Ahsoka with worry in her voice. “It’s fine dear. It really doesn’t hurt. He bites this marking here on my forearm and the mark will transfer to Nico. It’s better than the alternative,” dad explains. “What’s the alternative,” she asks. “Well, an alpha can be challenged for his position which will result in a one on one fight to the death,” Zypher explains. Ahsoka mouths the word ‘oh’ and continues to watch silently. The alpha mark is a

My tone softens as I blink my eyes open and fix them at his silver gray orbs. His thumb ceases to press into my mate mark and starts stroking the mark again. It's soothing but at the same time it's causing me anxiety. “ Alpha. It's Alpha for you. ” He retorts back, his eyes narrowing down to glare at me. Seems like he regained his sane mind before I did. He is always quick to resist this connection and he is always more successful than me. “ You are not my Alpha. ” I try to hiss at him but his thumb which is brushing against my mate mark is like some leash around my neck. It creates this buzz in my mind which keeps me highly calm and appease.

I ask. "Your old pack appears to be looking for you,” She says. "Well, I'm not surprised,” I comment, taking the notice and looking down at it. “Elseway they can’t claim me dead and appoint a new Alpha … This is funny,” Fire Moon looks confused. “What?” "This…,” I point to the drawing of me, which is situated underneath a headline reading: MISSING Alpha, “Our Beta drew this.” “Your beta?” She asks. Cana growls angrily.