Ecoist_Stories

Abigail is the daughter of a once proud but now dying pack, a pack that would do anything to restore their position amongst the greatest packs once again.

But luckily for them, Abigail catches the attention of Darius, alpha of the most powerful and dangerous pack in America. 

She is at once given to him as a bargaining chip more so than a bride, as a means to cement her pack's relationship with that of Darius'.

Now Abigail will have to survive this prison she calls a marriage to the monster wolf Darius, while also trying to suppress her feelings for her true mate Elias.

But this is easier said than done, because amidst finding the secrets to her past, and plotting with her true mate to escape and bring down Darius, she will find herself bearing feelings towards him, and learn everything to be more complex than she initially thought.

And it all starts with Abigail trying to make Darius fall for her.

"I don't know how you got that idea into your pretty head, but Darius doesn't fall in love."

"There's a first time for everything."

"A first time huh?" Darius' voice echoes into my ears.

"You have two months to make me fall for you. But if you fail, I'll kill your best friend Rosemary, her mate, and every member of your pack."

Mated To The Wrong Alpha

We are led into the mansion, with Darius and Malcom taking either of my side.

What I am welcomed to, is again, a party, just like the one at Darius' castle, except, less.

The guests drinking champagne, talking to one another and walking around aimlessly like ghosts, all pause at our arrival, and eyes surround us.

Which would on normal circumstances make me feel numb and walk funny.

But, I feel at ease as Darius is beside me.

That whole thought snaps something within me.

What is wrong with me? How, how can I find comfort in him, him of all people?

"We'll be heading this way for the discussions." The Chinese wolf Darius had addressed as Xixizen Langai, I think, says, gesturing to a flight of stairs to the far right.

I turn from right to left, searching faces just because I want to, and I find every guest here to be a wolf.

Which makes me wonder if these sort of gatherings are always wolves only.

Chapter 43: Xixi-something And Malcom