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

My blissful dream doesn't last long, as I find I'm wide awake before the dream even started.

At least that is what I had thought, but when I find Darius lying beside me, completely asleep, I believe I've been asleep far longer than I assumed.

Darius…is right in front of me, I have the opportunity to search his mind.

I raise my hand to his head, once again hesitating to do so.

I need to do this, I need to find out the location of those wolves.

With this thought, my hand finds a semblance of strength to keep making its way toward Darius' head.

But when my hand is just a minute away from his head, I falter and place my hand on his cheek instead.

I know what's at stake, but…I just, want to sleep today.

My hand soaks in the warmth of his skin, a warmth which spreads from my finger tips, to my palm, till I can feel it across my arm.

I too soak in this warmth, and I shut my eyes.

Chapter 223: Chosen Bliss