Bride For The Feral Alpha

#8: SouthPoint Pack

It was red.

Not bridal red.

Blood red.

The deep red veil that covered my face reminded me just how dead I felt inside, and the red dress that hugged a little too tightly on my petite frame screamed even more death—a deadlier death if any such thing existed.

One of the older maids escorted me out of the room while the others watched in silence. If there was anything that I appreciated here, it was how silent they all were. It made it easier for me to come to terms with what I believed was to happen next.

As we moved, I tried to memorize each turn for an escape, but it was useless. Nothing stuck.

Instead, my mind kept reeling with questions.

What did Lord Aubrey’s father mean by being paraded around to the pack exactly?

Why was I dressed in red? Since this was a ritual, would they ne