The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 267 [Evelyn's POV] "You're not going back to that house," Alexander said swiftly. I'd finally gotten the first decent night's sleep I'd had in weeks. My muscles weren't as tense as they normally would have been and even my nerves weren't heavily strained. | was gearing up to kick myself for letting this stupidity go on for so long. Just being enveloped in Alexander's arms was enough to ease the pain that had been hammering down on me for the last several days. No matter, he and | were able to work through the issues and now there was truly nothing standing between us anymore.

No more secrets. No more misunderstandings. No more barriers. But, it went without saying that there were a multitude of problems that still needed to be dealt with. Isabella-being that main problem. I'd just gotten out of the shower and went to grab one of the towels. Alexander stared back at me through the mirror above the sink. His expression was deeply troubled and | couldn't blame him. It wasn't as though | wanted to go back to the very place where I'd nearly lost my life. ---- However, | didn't have much of a choice.

While Alexander may have placed Liam's pack on temporary lockdown, there was no telling what Isabella would try to do. | couldn't risk the chance of her finding a way to sneak back to the house. If it meant coming face-to-face with the darkest moment of my life, so be it. "Alexander," | sighed. "No. The answer is no," he pressed. | let out a long breath and shook my head. "I hate to break it to you, but I'm not seeking your permission to go. This is me telling you what I need to do." | could feel Alexander's intense stare from across the room.

Of course, | didn't expect him to be on board with the idea. Hell, | was shocked enough that he was willing to even let me explain my position in all of it. "| need to go back to that house so | can prove that she was the one responsible for trying to kill my brother. | heard what you and Oliver were saying back in the office yesterday. If we can't make the allegations of her being the orchestrator of my murder attempt stick, then we're going to need a fallback. Henry said that he found traces of Hemlock in Edward's IV bags." Alexander's eyes grew large. "Hemlock?

How the hell would she ---- manage to get her hands on that?" | gently shook my head. "My guess is that same way she managed to get her hands on that goddamn aphrodisiac," | muttered. "Anyway, apart from searching for the Hemlock directly, | need to locate the place where she was distilling it." He and | both knew there was no other way around it. | needed to go back to that house. | finished drying myself off and slipped on my clothes. While | was typing back my hair, Alexander came up behind me, still holding my gaze through the mirror.

He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me back till | was pressed firmly against his chest. He pressed his cheek to the side of my head and let out a long, deflated exhale. "| know what needs to be done," he said. "I'm just concerned about the possible psychological effects that place could have 'on you. It's one thing to face Samantha, but it's an entirely different situation when your plan is to head back to the actual place in which you were tortured." He had a point. | knew | was taking a risk.

For crying out loud, | had just revealed my scars to him no less than twelve hours ago. And now | was planning to head back to the scene where it all went down.