Bride For The Feral Alpha

#9: Mating Rituals

Standing beside Lord Aubrey again, with fifty eyes waiting for us to mate, was worse than dying.

Much less, now that we stood on the high platform in the center of the crowd.

Hard stones piercing my naked feet were the only things anchoring me to this strange reality. I still wanted to believe that this was one big nightmare. Turning toward Lord Aubrey, I hoped that he would say something but he was as straight as a statue and his eyes remained forward. His steady breathing and his leather musk scent were better companions than the actual person.

Murmurs from below us caught my ear every now and again. To them, I wasn’t a woman. I was a spectacle. A Feywin. But I had to remind myself that these weren’t people. They were monsters in human skin and according to Ophelia’s letter, it was on