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 turn to Darius and I find him coughing and coughing, to a degree I almost get up the bed so I get to his side, but he waves a hand at me, and soon after, the coughing reduces.

"Are you pregnant?!" He bursts, causing me to raise my brow.

"What if I said I was?" I ask, placing both of my hands on my hips.

"No no no, you can't be pregnant, surely we haven't done it that many times." Darius speaks like a frat-boy who just knocked out a girl he met while he was drunk, and this infuriates me.

"Not that many times? Ever since we got back together, you haven't kept you d*ck off my vag*na!" I scream, not withholding my words.

"So, you are pregnant?" He asks once more and I get all the more angrier, and I wish I was pregnant.

"No." I say, then I fold my hands and turn away from him.

"Why are you mad?" He asks, still standing beside the bed.

Chapter 227: Vulgar