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

The meeting carries on for an hour plus and I feel my mind drifting off into space, that is...until something they say calls my attention.

"Due to what has been going on as of late, there has been a rise in civil discourse within the wolf packs under our control. Stemming from fear of our ability to protect them." A wolf said.

"Something has to be done to put out this flame before it ignites." Another wolf says, but I wonder, something like what?

"What do you propose I do exactly?" I tilt my gaze to Darius, who is leaned into his chair.

"A show of force." Someone says what it was I'd been fearing to hear.

"A show of force." Darius smiles, as though hearing a tone he has loved his whole life.

"I disagree with that." A wolf says, and I feel myself instantly cling to said wolf.

I turn to the voice and I find a relatively young wolf, with brown hair and green eyes hiding behind a pair of glasses.

Chapter 95: One Of My Roles As A Luna