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

Returning to The Clawing grounds has Darius meeting my gaze from the field more than once. At first I sent a feigned smile his way to ease his concern. But it would seem that didn't work.

He can sense my unease. To a degree that I believe was the reason for him taking more than three punches to the face.

Though he rebounded and knocked the Alpha out with one blow, I felt a seething anger in my blood when I saw him receive those blows.

Thinking on this makes my heart pulse into my ear. Which causes me to lean back into my seat. An attempt to ease the tension.

"You don't seem so hot." Caroline's voice resonates into my ears.

One turn reveals her on my right. I don't know how, but her presence has become something of a comfort to me.

"I'm not." I say, then I get off my throne and make my way to the seat beside hers.

"You look sick. Don't you think you should get some rest?" Caroline says, even placing a hand on my forehead.

Chapter 253: The Devil's Arrival