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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."

Ecoist_Stories · 奇幻言情
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245 Chs

Chapter 44: Malcom For A Minute

"Go on, speak, use your lips." He purses his lips, and presses my cheeks together, so my lips move.

I chuckle and push his hand away.

"You..." I say, but I stop.

"It's okay, you don't have to be afraid around me." He says, more tame this time, as he turns to his drink. "Has, has alpha, hurt you?" He says, sincerity in his tone.

I stare at the glass of orange juice as it slides over to me.

Stopping perfectly into my hands.

"No." I say, speaking the truth. Which, I find strange.

Had Darius really never hurt me before?

I think back, and then, I feel a since in between my legs.

Which, I somehow, smile at.

"That's good. I can see he's listening to his good friend Malcolm." He says,then gulps down the drink in his glass in one go.

I follow along, except I only sip my orange juice.

"How has it been though? Hard?" He asks again, all manner of a joke dismissive of him.