Marking the Alpha My Cousin Couldn't Tame

woke up twenty-three again, and the first thing I did was steal my cousin’s mating contract. In my last life, I watched her fade into a ghost wife, unbonded and unloved for fifty years. Not this time. I drove across the country to claim Kaelen Thornfield—the coldest, most powerful Alpha in the West. He expected a submissive mate; I gave him grease-stained arms and a bite to the neck. "Marks aren't given. They're taken," I told his shocked pack. Now, I’m tearing off the mask of his "innocent" mistress and teaching this Alpha that I don't just follow the bond—I own it.