The Evil Alpha Marked Me Novels & Stories

And somehow that hurt more than any wound I had taken in battle. “I don’t know how to fix this,” she whispered brokenly. Those words shattered me completely. Because neither did I. For an Alpha, there was nothing more terrifying than realizing power could not save the people you loved. "There is a way.."

“I beg the Sixteen Elders: torture her until she reveals who she works for, which pack she belongs to, and what powers she carries.” A harsh silence fell. Reinhardt’s eyes opened at that moment… but he still didn’t speak. “Who is she?” one of the elders asked. Bertolt stepped forward, his tone dark and serious. “As all full-blood Schmidts know, there is a curse carried by every Alpha since the time of Alpha Julian. Reinhardt here is the third Alpha to bear this mark.” “Yes. True,” Old Lady Gertrude added. “The mark born from our war with the Magnolia Pack.”

If he keep acting like this, I don't know what I would do. Currently, we were walking toward the horses. It was quiet and peaceful but suddenly out of nowhere, a slimey wolf spawned from the pits of hell and with his filthy hand he snatched the bag from my grip and bolted down the street. Everything inside me exploded. “You MOTHER FUCKER!” I roared, my voice shaking the market. “COME BACK HERE, YOU THIEVING SON OF A ROTTEN GOAT— I WILL SKIN YOU!” And then I lunged after him with the fury of all the gods above while completely forgetting that I was with the Alpha Prince.

The bond hit like a chain locking shut. I could feel him. Not just his hands, not just his weight. Him. My breath came in shallow, broken gasps as I clutched at his shirt, not to pull him closer, but because my body refused to let go. Panic clawed at my throat. “What did you do?” I choked. He released me slowly. I slumped against the tree, barely staying upright. The pack had gone completely still. Every eye was on me now. “You’re marked,” the Alpha said.

with that the elders picked up the seal from the fire and marked the now Alpha Benjamin. Across the country, a powerful witch screamed in terror as a burning mark appeared on her body. Even her poor could not save her from this pain. Her mother came to her room to comfort her and upon seeing the mark, she knew her daughter was the mate of a powerful Alpha. With that vow made the Alpha went to join the bonfire that was made in his honor.

Ignoring the fact that I had blood dried up in between my legs, my face was also covered up in vomit. " The Alpha is gonna sort it out but l feel pity for him ",One said. "Of course he isn't going to accept her", Mark snarled. " Please.... don't ... take...me", Tears were again forming in my eyes when I thought about meeting the so called Alpha. " It would be better if you don't piss me off ", Mark growled as he slowly dragged me. I just cried in response.

Ignoring the fact that I had blood dried up in between my legs, my face was also covered up in vomit. " The Alpha is gonna sort it out but l feel pity for him ",One said. "Of course he isn't going to accept her", Mark snarled. " Please.... don't ... take...me", Tears were again forming in my eyes when I thought about meeting the so called Alpha. " It would be better if you don't piss me off ", Mark growled as he slowly dragged me. I just cried in response.

Darian took out a white handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket- he wiped the blood off his hands as though the blood came from an animal he had killed, but no matter how much he wiped they were still stained red. I moved back against the couch and shook my head when he turned to watch me. Before I could think I blurted out, “I’m already marked,” and watched as he froze where he stood. I cock my head just an inch to make sure he could see it. Out of all of the Alphas here, the King included, Emanuel was the lesser of all evils and he marked me. I couldn't think of a fate worse than someone overthrowing that and claiming me for sport.

Rivulets soon turn to entire streams, soaking my cheeks and running down my skin as I realize that he is speaking the truth. I was ruined. “Why so sad?” He taunts, as I stare open-eyed at the ceiling. “Did I break the unbreakable Omega?” I let him get to me. He was right. Christian will never want to look at me after this. How could he, when I reminded him of the very psychopath that had murdered the child that he had loved so much? Every time he looked at me, he would see the marks. These marks would not disappear. They were the Mark of Alpha. They would stay with me even after death.

“That is enough, Alpha. I dislike killing, and truthfully, it pains me to do this to an old friend, but you must return for another Alpha, a better Alpha, to rise.” “Al! Al, don’t! it’s me.” The Alpha’s hands instinctively rose in the air in a show of surrender. “I know.” Alba, ‘his Alba’ responded; Marko knew it from the scent that filled the air and Ace’s swivel in his belly. “Al?” The Alpha repeated as if sensing the difference, again annoyingly, like him. “Rest well, old friend.” Before the Alpha could even take a step to his escape, a bright golden light from Alba’s palm pierced his chest, leaving a gaping hole.