The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 227 "Search everywhere," he told them. "There's no way that none of them aren't around." It didn't make sense. If the place was truly empty, then Evelyn would have realized that and returned right back to the manor. But according to Wendy and Nina, she'd been gone for hours. Alexander liked to think that he knew Evelyn well enough to the point where he could predict her pattern. She wasn't someone who tended to go wandering off. Naturally, she would have just returned back to the house. But she hasn't. Which means that she has to be here somewhere.

As time went on and all his men kept turning up empty-handed, his sense of dread kept growing worse. In a fit of desperation, he took out his phone and pulled up Evelyn's number. By some chance of luck, he'd hoped that she would pick up. But no. She didn't. However, Alexander ended up hearing a faint noise on the far side of the living room. "Everyone be quiet!" he hissed. Slowly, he crossed the room to stand in front of an oversized ---- bookcase. He pressed the 'call' button again. He turned his head and leaned his ear in close to see if he was able to pick up the noise once more. Buzz.

Buzz...Buzz. Buzz...Buzz. Buzz... The ringtone was faint, almost muffled, but he was certain that it was coming from behind the bookcase. "gir" "| think | have something over here," he said. "I can hear a phone going off, it has to be hers. Someone help me move this damn bookcase." One of the soldiers stepped up and stood on the other side, ready to push the bookcase to the side. However, it wouldn't budge. Alexander's expression twisted with confusion. What the hell? It didn't make any sense why the bookcase couldn't be moved- Christ, not even two people could move the damn thing!

Alexander pressed himself as close to the wall beside the case as possible. He figured, perhaps it had been secured to the wall. But no. There were no metal attachment plates but rather hinges... "Oh my God," he said darkly. "It's not a shelf...It's a fucking door." ---- Unfortunately, it wasn't an ordinary door. There was no handle or knob that would give any clear indication as to how to open it. That's when Alexander got the aimless idea to begin going through all of the contents that sat on the shelves.

He touched and moved every book and knick-knack, hoping that one of them would trigger the opening mechanism. He didn't care how deranged he appeared, he knew it had to be somewhere. It just had to be! Suddenly, Alexander's fingers brushed up against one particular book that didn't seem to want to budge. He immediately caught his attention and he reached out to remove it. 'Click.' Oliver swiftly reached out to rest his hand on Alexander's shoulder, gently guiding him back so he didn't get swiped.

For a moment, they all stared into the obsidian doorway, not having a single clue what awaited them within it. Two of his soldiers stepped up. "Sir, let us go first." Before anyone could make another suggestion, they all went still as a bone-chilling scream tore through the deafening silence. Alexander took off in a mad dash, not holding a single concern for what may get in his way. He braced his arm out in front of himself to keep from crashing ---- into any walls. He kept his senses locked on the sounds that were echoing around him.

Apart from the footsteps that were following closely behind him, Alexander made out a whole other cluster of footsteps that were actively trying to escape "Block all possible exits," he barked out. There was a distinctively bright light at the end of the hallway. He followed it, but not a single thing in the world could have prepared him for the monstrous sight that awaited him.