Wed to Krampus by Cara Wylde

Is there anyone for me? Or am I meant to live and die alone?

Krampus. It could be my name, or it could be what my species is called. I don’t know. During The Shift, something happened, and I lost my memory. I don’t know where I come from; all I know is there’s no one like me on Alia Terra. I am unique.
Uniquely monstrous. I am hard to look at.
I don’t know how old I am, either. Old, for sure, but I feel young. Young enough that I have warmth and love to offer, if only I could find someone to accept me as I am. My only option is the Temple, but even as I let them draw my blood for the DNA test, I have no hope they’ll find a match for me.
Against all odds, they do. And she is beautiful, perfect, so sweet, and… horrified when she sees me.
My bride cannot look at my face. How will she see what’s in my heart?