The Evil Alpha Marked Me Novels & Stories

Mike's voice came out tight, thick with bitter resentment. See? I wasn't wrong. Even now, Mike was trying to shift the blame away from himself. I looked at him seriously, enunciating every word. "You disgust me." I stood up, brushed the dust off my clothes, and prepared to leave. But a group of Beta Enforcers suddenly blocked my path. Yet the situation was glaringly obvious. An Alpha releasing a high-concentration, murderous scent on another pack's territory had undoubtedly alarmed the Pack Alliance headquarters. We were all taken in for questioning.

The only thing I could hear was the pumping of my heart in my ears as I stared up at him. I didn’t know what I expected when they dragged me off to meet their Alpha, a crazed beast who fed on blood from mystical virgin creatures like my kind. Whose generation was known for drinking us dry and defiling us, turning us to pitiable humans with a quick countdown to die.

"To beg Alpha Andrew to forgive you? Hahaha, don't be delusional! Everyone knows that Alpha is turning the world upside down looking for his real Luna." The crowd laughed along with him. Amid the humiliation, the curses, and the camera flashes, Crystal’s life plunged into an abyss from which she would never escape.

he replied matter-of-factly, as if confirming whether he had eaten or not. "He was a high-ranking member of the Purple Moon Pack. Alpha won't spare you," I said, and strangely, a hint of worry for him stirred within me. Deep down, I knew our Alpha wasn't as benevolent as he portrayed after all. "Heh-heh-heh, it's always easier to earn hatred than love from one more person," he chuckled lightly, seemingly unfazed by my attempts at intimidation. Rather, he appeared as though he were hearing a most amusing joke, and then tenderly patted my head.

Moonlight like a silver blade through the trees. And there—standing at the edge of a cliff—was Ivan. He turned to me, eyes glowing faintly gold. He reached for my hand. And I felt the mark burn. When I looked down, it wasn’t my shoulder anymore. It was a chain. Linking us. I woke up gasping. Sweat. Heart racing. I checked the scanner. My resting heart rate had doubled. And my mark… was glowing faintly. For real. Not a dream.

As a werewolf that he was, he knew the notorious Lucius too well, the son of his Alpha, getting on his bad side was sheer bad luck. “Wow!” Aurora, who had seen this, exclaimed. “What did you do? Show me, please.” She said. “He knows me as his Alpha’s son,” Lucius said, with a grin. “Alpha? What is that?” She tilted her head. “It’s a werewolf term.” “So you believe in werewolves?” “Don’t you?”

I said with sharp eyes. "No need for violence, Lucas " "I'm not an Alpha " "But you're an Alpha of her fate, you know?" He said and I froze. How come he knows so much about me that I know. He walked closer to reach me and dropped a small object on the ground and I shifted backward. It was a small black crescent and it was moon marking, carved like a small stone and it's glowing faintly. Every legend about Blood Moon children flashed in my head. "What does this mean?" I asked.

Alia POV My eyes widened as realisation hit me. So I truly was a witch. I thought it had all been the rumours spread by Sophie and my stepmother against me because they hated me…but it was all true. I looked at Lauren, waiting for her to say it wasn't true…that it was nothing, but as Lauren took a closer look at it, she seemed certain. Lauren’s eyes widened. She gently held my arm, her breath catching. “Alia… child… this mark—this glow—it’s not normal wolf healing.”

“Lilibet.” “Mark me, Otis,” I breathed. Resting my head on his shoulder, I exposed my neck to him. We were about to commit a wrong that felt so right, but maybe if Waylen didn’t have this dangling over Malik’s head anymore, he would be open to a conversation. The council was the real enemy, and we couldn’t tackle them if they spent more time fighting each other instead of hatching a plan. “Please, make me yours, Alpha.” Malik’s teeth grazed my neck. Waylen’s mark was on the other side. His teeth sank into my skin. I took one big breath, and everything went black.

She slides in sideways with half a loaf of bread under her apron and the exact expression of a woman who has been holding news in her teeth for twenty minutes. “You look terrible,” she says. “Thank you.” “I mean it. Sit.” She pushes the bread at me and stays standing, which is how I know it’s bad. “He’s gone.” “Who’s gone?” “Your Alpha.” “He is not my Alpha.” “Fine. The Alpha.” She drops her voice anyway. “Rode out ten minutes after you came back up. Him and that beta with the mouth. Didn’t wait for horses to be brought round, didn’t tell Garrick, just went. Cook says they took the north road.”