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 wake up to a morning sweeter than the sweetest honey.

I still find myself unable to believe what even happened last night.

For several hours, my body was on...fire.

Ii smile, then I turn, wanting to start my day by seeing Darius' handsome face.

But when I turn, he is nowhere to be seen.

A second later, he emerges from the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I bite my lips when I think about pulling the towel off, but I try to keep my composure.

Darius approaches me with a smile.

"How'd you sleep?" He asks me, is voice softer than silk.

He takes up a spot on the bed beside me and he doesn't wait for an answer before leaning in.

With a pounding heart and a sudden ache for him, I took lean in, only to have a realisation, that causes me to place my hand between our lips.

'I haven't brushed yet.' I Neuropath him, whilst feeling irritable that the fact that my stupid brraty has to stink every morning.

Chapter 197: Stoking The Burning Passion