The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 216 | was trapped. Asmall, antagonizing smile played on his lips. "You've got quite the dirty mouth on you," he whispered. My mouth twisted into a knowing smile. "Perhaps, you're rubbing off on me," | commented. He let out a deep hum of approval from his chest. "Be very careful what you say, sweetheart," he warned. "Between the two of us, I'm not ashamed by the idea of sinking into the tight wet heat between your thighs, right here where anyone could find us." My mouth fell open. He raised his other hand up to gently outline the shape of my lips.

"You think your legs are sore now...Just imagine what | could do that could keep you from standing for days." He leaned in and gave me a chaste kiss. "Now, come on. | need to get some food in you." And just like that, the man tured on his heel and began making his way toward the dining room, leaving me breathless and my mind blank. Oh my God...I think | married the devil. ---- Alexander and | ate our dinner in comfortable silence for the most part. Frankly, | had no fault with it. There were still far too many thoughts flying around in my mind anyway.

When the staff came in to clear away our plates, | remained sitting in my chair, pondering what the next part of Alexander's agenda was. "I can hear you thinking over there," he said softly. "I'm just wondering what is going to happen next," | said. "I mean, Michael is no longer going to stand in anyone's way... What now?" He lightly nodded his head. "I guess, what | really want to know is...What are your ultimate ambitions, Alexander?" | questioned. "What is it that you want to see happen?" He lowered his gaze to the table. "I'm sure you've already started piecing it together for yourself.

| want to dethrone the Alpha King." "And you're looking to take his place." "If not me then who? There are far too many corrupt people that ---- would love nothing more than to take Gregory's place once he is seen as too unfit to rule." Each time | thought back to Michaels trial, | felt an uncomfortable feeling rake over me. "| may not know the King as well as some other people do, but | can truly say that | did not like the way he acted in that courtroom," | said. "He just seemed so unprofessional and condescending." Alexander reached out to take my hand.

"You're not wrong in your assessment," he affirmed. "Gregory has a tendency to talk down to whoever he dislikes as a way to make himself feel less threatened." "it's all because he feels threatened by you." A look of hesitation crossed his features. "I didn't want to say anything before the court hearing, but...I'm fairly certain that Gregory had a hand in planning that car accident." | shot straight up in my chair and gaped at him. "When Oliver and I went to the junkyard and spoke to one of the managers, he claimed that he saw Michael having some sort of heated discussion with a guy.

A guy who just happened to be wearing an old royal emblem on his jacket." ---- | sucked in a sharp breath as that information slowly sank in. " Well, that explains why he looked so thoroughly pissed off when | showed him the evidence of Michael at the Mechanic shop," | muttered. Dealing with Michael was one thing, but overthrowing the actual King was a whole dilemma all on its own.