The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 190 "| wasn't planning on it," she said tightly. This time, he narrowed his eyes at her sudden assertive tone. " Two. | plan on being present while this conversation happens." Evelyn raised a brow and gave a look that spurred on a new argument, but Alexander was quick to defuse the tension "| will keep out of sight, but | need to be there in case he tries to pull something." She gave a long, somber glare before nodding her head in agreement with his terms. Without another wasted moment, Alexander reached into his pocket and took out an aged-looking key.

He placed it in Evelyn's hand and watched her turn to leave his office. "Sir, with all due respect to the two of you...Are you sure about this?" Oliver asked. Alexander let out a sigh. "Honestly? Not really. | know that she's deeply upset and angry. She had every right to be." "From what I've gathered since the moment | first met her, Evelyn has never been a confrontational person." The Alpha nodded in turn. "| know. Her family life has not been ---- easy and she's so much as told me that she's done nothing but only ever suppress her feelings." Oliver wore a worried look.

"All those years of having to deal with Isabella for a Stepmother and Samantha for a Stepsister- I'm, quite frankly, amazed that the woman hasn't snapped sooner." Alexander snorted. "Evelyn is fully capable of expressing herself in that sense. Don't you recall that day at the market?" Ah, yes. How could | forget? Alexander grimaced at the thought and swiftly shook it off. "Evelyn may have gone off back then, but we can all admit that it was an emotional sort of rage. And it was pretty much pertaining just to herself. This particular kind of rage is on the borderline of murderous.

In other words, there is no telling how this altercation between her and Michael is going to turn out." He had a point. Even though Evelyn had, essentially, promised to not go anywhere near the lock of Michael's cell, his Stepbrother possessed the ability to sneak his way under people's skin. He'd either try to smooth talk his way into making Evelyn think differently or worse, he'd end up pissing her off so much that she would open the lock and punch him out. Alexander didn't wait for his heart to drop into his stomach.

---- He took off after Evelyn, not wanting to let a potential disaster take place. [Evelyn's POV] | hadn't ever anticipated that | would find myself making my way down these same unsightly steps again. To smell the same musky, stale air that once made me queasy and agitated. It was easy to recall all the unsettling emotions that | felt when | first came upon this place. Above all else, | was afraid. Not anymore. Every step and move | took was backed with vicious, biting anger that | had never fully experienced.

By the time | reached the bottom landing, | knew to reach for the pack of matches | stumbled upon before. Only this time, | began to light each torch that hung above me. As the dark shadows began to evaporate, | made my way down the long hallway. | glanced to my right and left, searching each cell to find them all empty. | pushed aside the unnerving thought that this house had so many holding cells. Nor did | want to think of there ever being a time when they were all full... Alexander must have placed Michael in the last one.

---- | was no more than a few feet away-to the point in which | could hear Michael breathing. | curled my hand into a tight fist and approached the thick bars of the cell. | made sure that my voice was devoid of all emotion. "Hello, Michael."