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

Darius doesn't leave my side till we make it to The Clawing grounds.

I find a multitude of Lunas all dressed in the same attire as me, poured out into the center of the amphitheater.

And as opposed to attacking and killing each other, I find them standing around, waiting.

I turn my sights to the seats that make up the amphitheater and I find them packed to the brim.

Which causes my stomach to evolve from a simple churn to a rumble instead.

"Calm down." Darius' voice rings into my ears. "They are just spectators, they can't harm you." He says and I wonder if he's gotten some new mind reading Instinct.

A nod is the only response I can give as of now.

I keep my gaze steady on the Lunas before me.

Each face present is soft and beautiful, most of them not too older than I am, which does a minimally good job of alleviating my anxiousness.

Chapter 112: The Clawing