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 raise my head so I can get a good view of his face, I didn't expect him to do the same, vice versa, for me.

Our eyes meet, and for a brief moment, I feel our souls connect like it had been some time ago.

But this moment fades far too soon, not only by him breaking eye contact and looking away, but by the subsequent shift and or waver in my ability to control my…his Insticnt.

The barrier underneath us begins to falter and what would comes next needs no explanation.

Darius rises and pulls me onto my feet.

But I see him falter as he stands, he…he's barely holding it together without that totem.

"Your losing control of your Instinct?" He asks me, and with my head faced down so I don't meet his eyes, I nod.

I too try to hold in the pain screaming from my hands, my knuckles, but it is an uphill battle. I stare at my hands, expecting to see any injury whatsoever, but I find none.

Chapter 191: Grasp