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#MYSTERY
#DARK
#SUPERPOWERS
#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."

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

Chapter 37: The Construction

Today I ask Celine for a break, framing my reasons for this request as a perfect time to set up my next outing with Darius.

She lets me do as I please, but before, she had informed me Darius won't be back for a week.

Again, his time away won't be added to the challenge date.

I come to learn day by day that Darius is so generous.

I roll my eyes thinking such.

Better anyways, more time for me to think of what I can do to win the heart of a monster.

I ask Celine for the credit card, and we head out.

As we make our way to the hall, I pray to God Rosemary isn't on the stairs again, waiting.

Upon reaching the door leading to the hall, my footsteps slow down.

Anxiety settling in as I carefully peek out the door, hoping and hoping again she won't be there.

When I finally peer out the door, I breathe a sigh of relief as I find no one seated there.