The Evil Alpha Marked Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Familiar. A door opened. Three figures entered. They weren’t soldiers. They didn’t need to be. They were wolves. Evelyn knew it instantly — the way their eyes moved, the quiet dominance in their gait. One of them stepped forward. Gray streaks in his beard, a burn mark across his throat. “I know who you are,” he said. “E-113. The Marked. Your bloodline carries the last true alpha strain.” Evelyn didn’t move.

The mark. The Alpha had marked me. And I knew exactly what that meant. My heat. My heat is going to come. “Oh no…”

I replied cautiously, ensuring my tone was measured and respectful so as not to provoke his anger. A glimmer of cold satisfaction flickered in his eyes as he leaned back, crossing his arms with an air of dominance. “Ah, that’s so perfectly compliant of you, little sheep,” Alpha Mark said, his voice dripping with condescension. “It seems we’re finally on the same page. Since we both agree that you have no place as our mate or a Luna, it’s clear that you need to disappear from our lives entirely.” His words hung heavily in the air, each a stark reminder of my precarious position.

“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,

The mutated Alpha was wrenched away from me suddenly and I fell back heavily into the cold wall, catching a glimpse of the rogue’s rakish wolf as he slammed his fist into the Alpha’s face with a sickening crunch. “Traitor!” Alaric gurgled, barely having the time to react as Klein Markov’s fist moved in a blur, his thick hands and feet trapping the Alpha beneath him before he pressed a claw greedily at the Alphas throat. “FREEZE! NOBODY MOVE! Raise that sword nice and high Markov, or the pretty wench here loses her head.” Alfred Ahmad’s sinister voice rang across the grassy foyer and I blinked at his boxy frame emerging from what was left of the cabin’s embers.

Marking me must have been part of the agreement,' I reasoned quickly. Alpha Roderick looked at my neck, his look turning even more furious. I saw the look of shock in his eyes and that was confirmation that I was actually marked. "How dare you?!" He fumed, his voice getting loud. His men advanced toward us, and Trevor's men did. Others emerged from the crowd, surprising everyone. Alpha Roderick looked around, unable to take action. He just sulked. They were unaware that his men had infiltrated the place long before now.

Something’s dragging across the floor and I think it’s her feet. I hear a gargled sound. “You should be,” Clara spits. The air flickers with electricity and I can swear I can feel it against my skin. Something dark and sinister caresses my skin. “I have no doubt that you could kill me but you’ll never see your little sister again,” he says, “I wouldn’t do anything to upset Alpha.” “He’s your Alpha, not mine,” she spits. My fingers started tingling and the heat spread through my fingers. I wanted the heat to burn me away. I felt like if I could just burn with it, I could find happiness and burn like the sun.

AUTHOR: So how do you feel about having a male mate? ZACK: I don't know. Nice I guess. He is pretty nice to me. ALPHA MARK *Appears from thin air.* : Aren't I? *Wraps his arms around Zack* ZACK: Don't do anything stupid Mark. We are not alone. ALPHA MARK: Am sure she won't mind. *Proceeds to go down dirty.* AUTHOR: *Sheepishly walks away* I will excuse you two then. *Damn my single ass* NEXT.

The young Alpha of the Vantheir pack walked past me like I didn’t exist. His dark, powerful aura lingered in the atmosphere like the curls of an intoxicating smoke. And although everyone else was terrified, I felt no fear. The young Alpha of Vantheir carried a primal mark of the Alpha line. My mate, Malric..

I blurted, the thought slipping out before I could stop it. Killian stilled, then a low, quiet chuckle left him. “What?” I asked, confusion and dread twisting together. “One of the perks of being marked by an Alpha,” he said, his voice dropping, “is that I can hear your thoughts.” My blood ran cold. “What?” “Welll at least for the first two months,” he continued, almost casually, “it’s quite clear.” “You’re lying,” I said, but my voice shook now, my mind racing, trying to block everything.