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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 210: A Call To Retrospect

"You're…very," I pause, unsure of exactly how to phrase my words.

"Feable?"

"No, that's not what I wanted to…" He bursts into laughter.

"No no it's alright, it is true is it not?"

*RING*

A phone cuts us off.

Darius excuses himself and leaves the room.

On instinct, I intend to listen in on Darius' conversation, but I remember right after that the doctor is right here, so I return my attention to him.

I stare at him, unable to help myself from staring for too long.

He is still young, a day hasn't left him, but…him using a wallking stick, and hunching over, with a terrible quiver to his limbs, makes me feel a deep sadness for him.

"What's with that look in your eyes?" He asks me, turning away…walking away.

Did I upset him?

He raises a hand, urging me to follow, and I do.

When I take his side, he speaks.

"You don't actually feel bad for me do you?" He asks and I find my tongue tied.