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#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 61: A Game Of Drawns

It turns out, he wasn't thinking what I was thinking, as we both sit up on the bed, and prepare to play guessing games with drawings.

I need to wash my mind out with soap.

I think with a sigh.

"Why are you sighing, are you bored?" Elias asks me, while placing his glass of wine on the table beside the bed.

"What? Of course not, was just upsetting I'm losing so much."

He stares at me, confusion in his eyes.

"But, we haven't even begun yet." He presents the empty pages to me.

"Ah right." I'm now at a loss for words. "I'll begin then."

I snatch the mini canvas from off his hands, and I begin to doodle away at the blank space.

I draw what I believe to be my stupid face, mixed together with a cow's behind, fish faeces and the hairy backside of a hillbilly.

In short, I don't know how to draw.

Because everything I just described, was me trying to draw a spaceship.

At least he won't get it.