Marked or Die

Before I stepped into Dubois pack territory, my grandmother gave me her final warning.

"You have one year. You must marry your fated mate, Alpha Caleb, and let him mark you!"

But I waited from age eighteen to nineteen, and he still refused to mark me.

After my ninety-ninth plea, his patience finally snapped.

He unchained a death row prisoner and said,

"You want me to mark you? Fight him. If you win, I'll mark you!"

I glanced at the prisoner, a rogue twice my size.

I didn't hesitate. I charged.

Caleb's expression darkened instantly.