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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 · Fantasie
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Chapter 201: Alkanet

"Let's proceed, I haven't got all day." Darius announces, his patience a fleeting thing s though he too really doesn't want to be here.

I coil into my seat, feeling anxious all the while praying this will go well.

My anxious doesn't go unnoticed by Darius, as he slides a hand under the table just so he takes mine in his.

I grip his hand tight, feeling thankful to him for giving it.

The first person to speak is a familiar face, Dean.

He nudges his glasses just before he smiles, which somehow comfort mes.

"Well, getting right to business as Alpha said. I would like to give a detailed report on the network we are producing for wolves alone. Code named Alkanet." He presses a button on the desk, which causes the room to become obscured the outside, covering us in a blanket of darkness.

A light appears in front of us, illuminating off of a projector at the end of the table and or room.