The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 155 [Evelyn's POV] | wished the floor would have split open and swallowed me whole at that moment. The sound that tore from the back of my throat was utterly mortifying. What was worse was that Michael somehow knew what it meant. The heat that continued to sear through me was becoming more and more unbearable. What underlyingly disgusted me was just the sensation of feeling someone else's hands brush over my skin...It lessened the pain. But in the back of my mind, | knew it was all wrong. | didn't want Michael's hands on me-| didn't want him within a hundred feet of me.

The second | had let out that ugly keening sound, he knew what | was experiencing. Michael had full recognition of the vulnerable situation | was in. What was so vitally terrifying about this whole moment was that | had to place my trust in him to do the right thing | pressed a firm hand against his chest, meaning to keep him away. "P-Please," | gasped. "I just...I just need..." ---- | needed to get to my brother's room and lock the door. | didn't care what pain or damage would end up tearing through my body. The only cure for an aphrodisiac was to let yourself give in toit.

But | wasn't in the right place, nor was | with the right person to allow myself to fall. Michael's eyes roamed over me with genuine thought and slight curiosity. But that same unsettling feeling in my gut grew. The look in his eyes sent chills down my spine and not in a good, comforting way. He reminded me of a wolf that was narrowing in on its prey. The sickening, devious grin was going to haunt me for many nights to come. "| know what you need," he said low in his chest. He knocked my hand away and reached out to grasp my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"Why don't you let me give you what you need, huh?" he asked with a fake playfulness that made my insides churn with nausea. "Let me take that ache between your legs away. | give you so much more than Alexander ever could." It was revolting. The dizziness and nausea that kept hitting me were enough to make me want to pass out. But | couldn't allow ---- that to happen either. There was no telling what Michael would try to do then. | kept up my resistance. "| will never sleep with you," | seethed. "Leave me alone." Michael merely chuckled as my hands continued to shove at his chest.

The drug coursing through me made it impossible for any sort of strength to be present. This aphrodisiac was apparently meant to make the person who took it weak. It was absolutely diabolical. Michael grabbed a hold of my hands and pinned them above my head, making me give out another mew. A flicker of excitement crossed over her eyes. "Oh, so you like it when someone takes control," he commented smugly. Tears were beginning to gather in the corners of my eyes. Good God. | needed help. "Please, don't do this," | whimpered.

In my mind I called out for Alexander, wishing for some miracle that he would somehow feel my pain and fear. No matter how much | struggled, things were only getting worse. When | felt Michael's other hand drift down to the hem of my shirt, a sharp flash of fear entered my bloodstream. Feeling his unwanted touch sent me screaming. My voice echoed off the silent walls. Never did | imagine that | ---- would hear a similar distress-sounding voice call back, "EVELYNI!" My heart caught in my lungs. "Alexander," | whispered.

[Third-Person's POV] As soon as Alexander and Oliver made it to the house, they quickly moved in and began searching for Evelyn. | know she's here.