Marked or Die
Language: en
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. In the end, he stared at my blood-soaked body,…