The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 230 [Evelyn's POV] Cold. That was the only thing | could process. | was cold. Freezing... Hollow. | felt as though | were a porcelain vase that suffered a deep, shattering crack in the base, causing me to lose everything | had inside. | was drained. Weak. Worst of all | kept slipping in and out of consciousness. It had become a vicious cycle. I'd wake up breathless and gasping for air that never fully reached my lungs, leaving me dizzy and desperate. Then the pain set in, making me all too aware of the injuries that | sustained. And then when the pain became too much.

I'd blackout again. Over and over | was trapped in that ongoing pattern. The only thing that changed was my body's temperature kept dropping. At one point, | knew my entire body was vibrating from the internal chill of having suffered such severe blood loss. But there was nothing | could do. | wasn't entirely sure how long I'd been stuck on that table. More so, | couldn't understand why | was still alive. There was no ---- telling how much blood | actually lost but it was enough to cause my nervous system to plunge into an icy cold hell | was shocked to still have a pulse.

| prayed for the cycle to end. Each time the darkness came, | wished a bit stronger for it to take over completely and seize the pain. But no. Even when my tormentors weren't there the torture continued on. Somewhere amongst the grueling pattern, | heard voices. It hadn't been the shrilling cackle of Isabella's voice or Fiona's snarky remarks. The sound was masculine and deep. | hadn't dared to hope that it was Alexander. My capacity for hoping that he would somehow appear in the midst of the chaos had officially run out.

| should have known better than to think he would have magically appeared and stopped Fiona before she'd made that first drag of her blade over my skin. There was no reason why Alexander would have known to come here. It wasn't as though | had told him where | was going in the first place. As far as | was aware, he and | were still not ina good place with one another. Yet, | was certain that it had to be him. | sensed his large presence when he crossed the room to get closer. Although | ---- couldn't feel his touch, | faintly heard his words.

"Please, forgive me...l'm so sorry, | didn't come sooner..." | wished | could have responded in some way to at least let him know that | was still there. But before | knew it, the pain engulfed my body and it became too much for me to bear. And once again, | was swallowed by darkness. [Third-Person's POV] Alexander was truly on the brink of losing his sanity. There was no definitive answer as to whether or not his anger was what was keeping him stable or if it was going to be one thing that truly pushed him over the edge. Fucking Fiona.

He should have automatically known that she would have a hand in this awful situation. She's had it out for Evelyn since the very beginning. Her trying to poison the tea mixture was an indirect way of wanting to hurt Evelyn-but this?! When it came to conquering other packs, Alexander made it a point to never use violence against women and children. It wasn't his nature to hurt women in general. However, Fiona had made herself an exception to that rule. ---- She doesn't deserve prison. She deserves exactly what she did to Evelyn In his eyes, she was far worse than Michael.

Michael merely stood behind a plan, hoping that it success would come through without the need for getting his hands dirty. Whereas Fiona took Evelyn's pain and injury into her own, literal, hands and drew blood.