The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 303 [Evelyn's POV] | hissed sharply under my breath; my eyes gaping wide at Alexander's overly casual posture. He leaned back against the edge of his desk and shrugged. "Have you lost your freaking mind? You blackmailed the King?" Alexander had the actual nerve to chuckle at the severity of the situation. "I'd hardly call it blackmail," he said lightly. "I simply gave the bastard a choice. One that he would be wise enough to make on his own before | decide for him." Oliver and | were stunned.

I'd already been harboring an irritating headache having just finished giving my personal interview with one of the major news outlets. It was fine. | wasn't planning on ever revisiting the topic for a long time, if ever. But | was more than ready to place it all behind me now. | was glad that the journalist who'd been asking me all the questions was kind enough not to press any further than necessary. Oliver had set up everything in advance so that if | wished to stop at any given time | was able to. But it wasn't necessary.

| took each question in stride and was ---- able to stick it out till the end. I'd told them about my upbringing with Isabella as my Stepmother and even commented a few times about Samantha. Naturally, | was asked if | thought Samantha deserved her own punishment since she was, technically, involved in my torture. "Samantha is someone whose entire life has been controlled and manipulated by Isabella. She knows nothing about how to be a proper Luna and doesn't possess a single ounce of her own personality. With her mother now behind bars, she will be lost.

Samantha will have to be forced to finally think for herself," | told them. "To some people, that's punishment all on its own." It wasn't as though we had any physical evidence to use against Samantha anyway. Isabella was always the main target to knock down. Now that she can't do any more harm, Samantha would be left stranded and clueless. Right as | was seeing the journalist out, | noticed Alexander walking back into the house. | was struck with a questionable look on my face. | didn't even know that he had plans to leave. Oliver stood close by with a noticeable look of concern on his face.

"Where were you?" | asked. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile. "I'd been summoned by the Royal bastard." ---- My heart sank straight to my stomach. "What? What the hell, why didn't you tell me?" "You were in the middle of your interview and | didn't see it necessary to interrupt. It's important that you have this moment. Plus, the meeting lasted for all of ten minutes, if that. It was hardly even worth the drive," he stated evenly. Regardless, | was not happy.

We followed Alexander into his study where he proceeded to explain the nature of the meeting It came as no surprise that the King was less than thrilled to have been indirectly called out by Alexander right after the court hearing. Frankly, | was half-expecting the man to put out his own. warrant for arrest. "Sir, | have to agree with Evelyn on this one," Oliver said. We both watched as Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose while letting out a long breath. "Look, | know it may sound rather brazen what I've decided to do.

But I'm refusing to push this whole thing off for any longer." | knew he'd been compiling his own file of evidence on Gregory. But was it enough to make the man actually step down from the throne? | lightly shook my head and silently prayed that Alexander hadn't just made a terribly rash mistake. ---- Knock. Knock. Knock. We all turned our heads to see Nina peeking through the doorway.