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

I'm back at the training grounds after what felt like an eternity, and this time, I'm accompanied by over two dozen wolves, who make themselves scarce.

But I don't want to be here, I want to be in Darius'room...

I mean, I want to find answer. And the only way to do that, is by being in Darius' room, but how am I going to stay in his room with his needs shooting through the roof?

Just...give him what he wants.

"Are you going to start punching that punching bag today, or you prefer doing it tomorrow." Celine mocks, I've been punching this bag for hours, just that my mind is elsewhere, so I assume my attacks are negligible.

"I much prefer tomorrow." I snap back, not feeling the like entertaining her quippy nature as of today.

"Jeez, what's got your feathers all ruffled?"

"Feathers all ruffled? What is this, the 90s?" I continue on the bag.

Chapter 103: Head Made Of Chaos