Fated To The Alphas

Marked By Three

"Let me go! Please let me go!"

Elara's voice was hoarse from begging. Her bare feet scraped against the cold marble floor as Kael dragged her by the wrist. His grip was like iron. No matter how much she pulled, she couldn't escape.

The palace corridor opened into the Great Throne Hall.

And it was full.

Hundreds of people. The entire royal court. High-ranking Alphas in black suits, Lunas in silk gowns, warriors with swords, elders with white beards. Everyone was staring at her.

The wolfless servant girl in a torn maid dress, being dragged by the Crown Alpha like a possession.

Jace walked on her right, his big warm hand pressed possessively on her lower back, not letting her fall. His touch burned even through the thin fabric. Rowan was behind her, silent as a shadow, blocking any chance of her running back.

"Kael! What is the meaning of this?" Elder Mason, the oldest and cruelest elder, stepped forward. His face was twisted with disgust as he looked at Elara. "This is a council meeting. Why have you brought a slave into the Throne Hall?

"Elara tried to hide behind her hair. She was shivering. Not just from fear, but from their scents. Pine, smoke, and rain. It was surrounding her, choking her, making her knees weak.

Kael threw her. Not hard, but enough to make her stumble into the very center of the hall, under the huge crystal moon chandelier.

She fell to her knees. Her dress — the cheap grey servant dress — tore at the shoulder, revealing pale skin.

"Look at her properly, Elder," Kael's voice was ice, and it echoed in the silent hall. "Breathe her scent.

"Jace chuckled darkly, his golden eyes never leaving Elara. "Go on. Tell them what you smell, old man."

Elder Mason frowned and inhaled. Then his eyes went wide with pure horror.

"No... Impossible..."

Rowan finally spoke, his deep voice quiet but heard by all. "Mate. Our mate. The Moon Goddess gave us one mate to share. After twenty-five years of waiting."

The hall exploded.

"A MATE? A WOLFLESS SERVANT?"

"This is an insult to the royal bloodline!"

"She must be a witch! She cast a spell on the Alphas!"

A woman in a red gown — Lady Seraphina, who wanted to be Luna — screamed, "She can't be Luna! She can't even shift! Her body is defective! Kill her!"

Elara covered her ears. Tears were streaming down her face. "I don't... I didn't do anything... I don't want to be your mate..."

Kael knelt in front of her in one swift movement. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her tear-filled eyes to his. His ice-blue eyes were burning with rage and something much darker — obsession.

"You don't want?" He snarled, his thumb smearing her tears. "You think you have a choice, little Omega? For twenty-five years, every Luna threw themselves at us. And the Goddess chose YOU. A broken, wolfless thing. So no, Elara. You don't get to not want us."

He stood up and looked at the court, his Alpha voice shaking the walls.

"Anyone who questions the Moon Goddess, questions me."

Silence.

Then Jace stepped forward. He couldn't wait anymore. His wolf was scratching under his skin, screaming MINE MINE MINE.

He crouched, pulled Elara into his chest. She was so small compared to him. He inhaled her neck — vanilla and rain — and growled.

"If you are ours, you will carry our mark. So no one ever doubts it again."

Elara's eyes widened. "No — please, don't —"

Jace didn't listen. Possessive Alphas never listen when their mate is crying for them.

He pushed her hair away, exposed her soft, untouched neck, and sank his fangs deep into her flesh.

"AH!"

Elara screamed. It was not just pain. It was fire. Liquid fire spreading from her neck to her toes. Her back arched, her hands clutched Jace's arms. A strange, hot pleasure mixed with the pain made her dizzy.

A golden glow appeared where he bit her. A crescent moon mark.

The court gasped.

"She accepted the mark! She is not rejecting it!"

Kael's eyes turned blood red with jealousy. He ripped Elara away from Jace, making Jace growl.

"My turn," Kael hissed against her other side.

He was rougher. Angrier. He bit down hard on the right side of her neck, marking her as his. Elara cried out, but this time she said his name.

"Kael!"

That one word drove him crazy. He licked the blood off her neck, sealing the mark.

Two marks now. Glowing. Two Alphas had claimed the same girl. It had never happened in a thousand years.

Elara was sobbing now, her body limp, burning, overwhelmed. She couldn't stand.

Rowan picked her up like she weighed nothing. He held her bridal style against his hard chest. He wiped her tears, kissed her forehead gently — so different from his brothers.

"Shh... I know, little mate. I know it hurts," he whispered only for her to hear. "But after this, no one in this kingdom will ever call you wolfless again. Because you will be us."

He looked at her collarbone, where her heart was beating like a drum. And he marked her there. Slow, deep, claiming.

Three marks. Three.

As soon as his teeth left her skin, Elara's body jolted.

A white light burst from her chest.

Inside her, where there had been only silence for eighteen years, a wolf howled. A loud, powerful, ancient howl that made every wolf in the hall fall to their knees.

Elara's eyes snapped open. They were no longer brown.

They were pure, glowing white.

Kael stared at her, stunned. Then he smiled — a terrifying, possessive smile.He turned to the kneeling court and roared:

"SHE IS THE WHITE WOLF. SHE IS THE PROPHECY. AND SHE IS OURS. ANYONE WHO TOUCHES HER, I WILL RIP HIS THROAT OUT MYSELF."