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#WEREWOLF
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#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."

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

Chapter 118: Getting Through The Ropes

My descent is fast, the ground reaches for me in second intervals, which makes my focus waver.

But I try my best and keep my eyes on the rope, almost there.

I reach out, praying I will grab on and as per the pain resounding in my palms, latch on.

I push forward, and my heart elates when I cling my fingers to the rope.

But in an instant, what follows is a mountain of pain, when I discover my hands sliding down the rope faster than I can take a breath.

My wound screams at me and I feel tremendous pain exploding from my hands.

But what's worse is, the ground is reaching for me, fast.

Tighten your grip, tighten your grip, tighten your grip!

With every fiber of my being, I squeeze hard on the rope, pressing my fingers against it so tight I feel I've dug my nails into my already wounded palm.

But then, I feel a torque and in the blink of an eye, I'm being pulled along and...I'm flung through the air.