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Mated To The Wrong Alpha

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."

Ecoist_Stories · Fantasy
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248 Chs

Chapter 171: My Saturated Heart

A long day of training leaves me sore and aching all over.

I gave it my all today in particular, my effort partly evident in the amount of time I spent on the training field, that being almost eight hours.

Several times Celine had urged me to quit for the day, but I refused till my body couldn't handle it any longer.

Celine just about dragged me the rest of the way, till we got into the car.

Well, carried me, with no effort whatsoever.

Our drive is for some reason unbeknownst to me, very peaceful.

Probably because I'm lying on Celine's lap, like a child just about ready to turn in for the night while still driving.

My head several times creeps towards areas in my brain I don't want it to.

I can't handle this, I can't handle any of it, not now, presumably...not ever.

I sigh as my lids become heavier.

But I don't want to give in to my exhaustion.

I don't want Celine carrying me to my room like an infant.