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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."

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Chapter 188: A Quiet

Upon entering the cave, as opposed to all the sensations I felt becoming heightened, it all disappears, as though I never even felt it in the first place.

The fear, the pull, the whispers, all gone.

I look at the cave, every corner of it, expecting something to jump out to get us, as this dismissal of the sensations felt too good to be true, but as the seconds pass, nothing happens.

I can hear myself think.

"How you holding up?" Celine asks me and I turn to her with a faint smile.

"Good enough." I say, being more honest than I've been in a while.

I still am unable to wrap my head around this quiet, which, now that I think about it, I'm not sure is a good thing.

Darius and Malcom take the lead and we follow.

I keep my gaze alert, for fear of something jumping out to get us.

This quiet in my head feels unnatural.