The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 157 [Third-Person's POV] Alexander ever-so-carefully lifted Evelyn off the ground, holding her close to his chest. He really wished she hadn't passed out. It was, undoubtedly from the shock of seeing him without the wheelchair, he knew that much. He had reached the point where he couldn't bear the thought of hiding from her anymore. But Alexander could easily tell that there was something terribly wrong with his Luna. Evelyn had a thin sheen of sweat covering her skin. Her breathing was labored just as it had been when she had been poisoned by the Belladonna.

Evelyn was slowly coming in and out of consciousness. Her body was still shaking as her limbs were straining against him "It's alright," he said soothingly to her. "I have you." Alexander needed to know what was going on with her. Has she been poisoned? Drugged? Had she accidentally ingested something herself? Or, had someone slipped her something? "Evelyn, can you hear me?" She let out a low hum in. acknowledgment. "Can you tell me what's happened? Did someone give you something?" ---- When she opened her eyes, Alexander's stomach lurched from seeing how unnaturally dilated her pupils were.

Her body was buzzing and the heat that rolled off her was starting to seep through his own shirt. A strange, faintly familiar scent hit his nose. Sweet and luscious. The only other times he picked up on that same smell was when Evelyn would be aroused... His eyes widened. "Oh my God," he cursed under his breath. " Someone gave you an aphrodisiac." A lot of things were beginning to make sense. Part of him was glad that this wasn't another poisoning; however, it opened up a whole new array of struggles for the two of them.

He dared to turn his head toward Michael who looked seconds away from collapsing. The guy shook his head and spat out a mouthful of blood "| didn't drug her, asshole," he bit out. "No, you were just more than happy to extend a 'helping hand', right?" Alexander growled in disdain. "Doesn't matter anyway. You never get the chance to ever get near her again." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Evelyn's ---- head. She grabbed at the material of Alexander's shirt, trying to get his attention. Both her cheeks were deeply flushed.

Her full lips were parted, revealing her small pink tongue. "Come on, I'm gonna get you out of here," he said. Evelyn looked like she was having the hardest time finding the ability to speak coherently. "C-Can't leave m-my br-brother," she said breathlessly. Oliver spoke out. "I'll stay behind until we can get someone else out here to properly guard the room." Alexander nodded his head in thanks. "Oliver, while you're at it, call another pair of soldiers to come here.

| want Michael detained." He heard his Stepbrother mutter something rude under his breath but he was too focussed on the woman in his arms. Still holding her firmly against his chest, he headed out toward the car and instructed the driver to take them back to the manor. Alexander tried to get Evelyn into her own seat but she wasn't having it. It was as if she refused to be parted from him. Most aphrodisiacs were fast-acting and time-sensitive. If she couldn't go without some sort of physical contact for too long. With that in mind, he placed her back on his lap and curled his arms around her.

Evelyn tucked her head into the crook of his ---- neck. "Alexander...It's so warm," she breathed. "I can't... can't take it." Through wide eyes, he watches Evelyn try and tear away at her own clothes. He reached out to stop her hands from going any further. He told the driver to step on it. "It's going to be alright-" "Will you touch me?" she asked with a hint of desperation in her voice.