Bride For The Feral Alpha

#7: The Famous Feywins

Quinn Feywin had somehow wound up as a toy.

Not just any toy. One to be paraded around to a pack.

“Yes, Father. We should leave now. I still have to teach her our ways,” Lord Aubrey answered, and all of a sudden, I was reminded that I wasn’t even Quinn Feywin anymore. I was now Quinn Aubrey.

My father-in-law only waved a hand in the air before Lord Aubrey pulled me away like I was even less than a rag doll. To him, I was a toy. Something to parade, after all.

Were we even still in Evenmoor?

I let Lord Aubrey pull me through halls that all looked the same before we stopped in front of large, wide, brown oak doors. That was the first time he let go of my wrist since the confrontation with his father. As swiftly as possible, Lord Aubrey opened the doors, gesturing for me to get in. Once