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 wait anxiously for Darius to say it.

I stare deep into his eyes and likewise, he stares into mine.

"I..." He speaks, and I feel myself involuntarily leaning in. "will say those words, only when I'm chained to a wall and about to die." He says with a wide grin on his face and I dawn an equally opposite expression on my face.

Chained to a wall and about to die huh? Perhaps I could arrange that.

"All done Luna Abigail." The Kerigore wolf I keep forgetting is here speaks, flustering me.

"Oh...thank you." I say, fumbling my words.

The Kerigore wolf rises, then he makes for the door, bowing to Darius before exiting through the space Darius gives him.

Darius makes his way to me and takes a knee when he stands in front of me.

"Are you going to propose?" I ask, and he chuckles.

He takes my hands and analyzes the wound, now almost gone.

Chapter 121: A Very Good Recovery