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 smoke of gunpowder and blood fills the atmosphere, so much so that it even takes on the form of some fog, a bloodied fog.

The sounds of gunshots prevail, over the sounds of flesh being torn apart, to a degree that I feel my ears will bleed.

For the past several seconds, I watched Darius plow through the Melformed like a bulldozer on a cornfield.

Which I felt was a big mistake, as a different fear had settled in the pit of my stomach.

I fell my gaze away from him and onto the ground.

Which was littered with bullet shells, blood, entrails and parts of the Melformed.

I hadn't given the time to analyze the Melformed of the forest.

They - as opposed to the marine ones - are covered in moth, with skin like tree bark and literal twigs sticking out of randomized parts of their malformed bodies.

My eyes land on a head of a decapitated Melformed, I attempt to look away when I accidentally lock eyes with that of the creature.

Chapter 183: Vague Reality And Lucid Dreams