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#MYSTERY
#DARK
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#VILLAIN
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#WEREWOLF
#SUPERNATURAL
#FATEDLOVE
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE

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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295 Chs
#MYSTERY
#DARK
#SUPERPOWERS
#VILLAIN
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#WEREWOLF
#SUPERNATURAL
#FATEDLOVE
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE

Chapter 91: Darius' Intense Want

The sensations flowing through me leaves me unsteady and uneasy, but in the best way possible.

Except, I don't think I can stay in this room without losing my mind.

I turn to the maids, and I find they too are overwhelmed by his excessive want.

And I don't like it.

I erect myself and I shut the door, feeling particularly angry as of now.

I march back to the glass door hallway and head into the massive hall.

Where I make myself to Rosemary's room.

"Luna Abigail." They call out, assumably so I slow my pace.

"Don't follow me, and tell Darius I'll be down in five." I say, still bubbling with anger.

"darius?" I hear whispers and I realize I hadn't given Darius the proper honorifics his name so duly deserves.

But then again, I've always called him Darius.

This thought sends a rattle up my spine.