The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 186 [Third-Person's POV] Alexander felt himself stuck at a crossroads of some sort. While he'd been patiently compiling all of the found evidence he intended to use against Michael in court, there was another issue that was due to rear its ugly head... Why hadn't there been any public announcement over the fact that he wasn't actually paralyzed like he led everyone to believe? He was certain that after he'd revealed the true physical state to Isabella she would have run to the nearest news outlet to try and sell the hottest story of the decade.

For the last few days, he'd been highly anticipating waking up and finding his face plastered all over the front page of every possible newspaper. However, that clearly wasn't the case Alexander wasn't sure whether to be grateful or anxious for this shocking miracle. If he learned anything from knowing Isabella, it was that the woman was as unpredictable as his own Stepmother, Caroline. Both women were hellaciously ambitious to a major fault. Once they had their hearts set on something, there was no deterring them. They'd do whatever it took to achieve their goals.

---- For Isabella to now know his best-kept secret, it placed him ina very precarious position. Would she overlook the fact or would she use it to her own advantage? The Alpha feared the latter of the two. Who's to say that Isabella was simply waiting for the right opportunity to use this vital piece of information to her own advantage? She is by no means like her daughter in that regard. Something had to be done before he wasn't able to take control of the narrative any longer. Alexander decided to turn his attention back toward the case file on his desk.

Isabella isn't the only person who | need to be concerned about... Michael knows the truth as well. How on earth was he going to show up in court with Michael spewing out the fact that he could walk? That it had all been a ruse? The last thing he needed was to explain himself to the Alpha King. Believe it or not, he was still a greater threat than anyone else. There would come a time when he would have no choice but to reveal the truth of his physical state. ---- But owning up to that fact, any time soon, wouldn't be in his best interest.

He'd reached an impasse and something needed to be decided on. Knock. Knock. Knock. He glanced up from his desk to see Oliver coming through the door with his own large folder of gathered notes and files. The look on his face made Alexander's nerves coil even further. While he was working his case on Michael, he'd sent Oliver off on an important job to gather anything on the car crash that had to do with any casualties-mainly, Evelyn's brother. "What did you find?" he dared to ask. Oliver let out a stifling breath and placed the folder down on the desk. "It wasn't easy," he started.

"For some reason, a lot of news outlets were quick to brush over the idea of there being any other casualties. They wanted to put the sole focus of the tragedy on you. But after a lot of rigorous digging around, something, unfortunately, surfaced." Oh, God. Alexander had always felt that his theory regarding Edward's possible involvement in the accident was correct. He didn't want ---- to be right about any of it. It just all turned out to be too coincidental for his liking. Oliver knowingly went ahead and opened the folder.

Sitting on top, was a small clipped-out news article titled 'Motorcyclist Entangled in Freak Car Accident' Alexander felt his heart sink into his stomach the moment he came across the words 'Edward Silverwood'. A majority of the passage was kept pretty vague. He found it strange that the article hadn't gone into any real detail about the car that had swept him off his bike