Bride For The Feral Alpha

#6: Feywin Bride

Perhaps I would make history by being the first bride to get married and die on her wedding day.

My hands formed fists. My mouth wouldn't move. All I could do was stare.

“Your incessant staring won’t get you anything today, Feywin,” was the simple remark he made before joining me in the carriage.

He snapped his fingers. The carriage lurched forward.

The cold air Lord Aubrey radiated was vastly different from the man I had encountered last night. As the seconds went by, I began to wonder if my withered old Lord had perhaps switched souls with the dastardly handsome man I met last night. Or had things changed now because I knew he was a monster.

On pure instinct, I shifted away from him, my back hitting the walls of the carriage.

“What do you plan on doing to me?” I asked, unable to ha