webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
240 Chs

Chapter 52: My Head Running Rampant

Darius makes his way over to me, and I all the while avoid his gaze.

My heart continues to thump, and the blood in my veins starts to rush faster.

I feel strange, I feel a semblance of the sensations I get when I'm around Elias.

This...this is some sort of mistake.

"How is she?" He says to Rosemary, whom I hadn't realized had jolted off the bed, and is standing at the foot of it.

"She's getting better now, but she still needs some rest."

"Make sure she gets it, I don't want my Luna dying on me in front of all my alphas."

He speaks to Rosemary without even acting as though I'm present and it awake.

"Understood alpha." He says nothing more, then he heads off.

I watch his back, as he continues his stride, with his hands in his pockets.

He could've at least...no, I prefer it this way.

I meet Rosemary's face, and what I find is some form of a scolding stare.