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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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245 Chs

Chapter 184: Dancing Flames

"Celine?" I ask, trying to distinguish what is dream from reality.

She lets go of me so she meets my gaze.

"Of course it's Celine, who else would it be?" Celine asks me with a faint smile that crescents her face.

"Are you alright?" Malcom asks, now taking up the spot beside the bed.

Bed?

I feel out the surface under me, only to discover it to be a mat, suspended above the ground by some makeshift bamboo table.

This thing feels more like a stretcher than a bed.

"Abigail." Celine pulls my attention. "What's the matter?"

What's the matter she asks me.

"I'm…not quite sure." I say, my gaze now pointed to the makeshift bed.

No one says anything else.

I catch Celine and Malcom exchanges glances, but that as of now is really not where my concern is.

That…that dream? Was it even a dream?

It…it felt so real.