The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 310 At first, | tried to shake the head covering off but it was no use. There was absolutely zero point in obscuring my view, considering that there was a slim chance | was going to recognize where | was anyway. | called out a few times in hopes of someone hearing me. That sense of fear from before was still lingering beneath the surface. | had a strong feeling that | was being used as nothing more than a pawn in someone else's game. The explosion. The kidnapping. And now the likely hostage situation. It had the King's signature written all over it.

| practically rolled my eyes under the damn hood and resumed my mission to get someone's attention. A few minutes passed before | heard the unmistakable sound of metal scraping against the floor. My heart swooped in my chest. | was no longer alone. This new presence was unsettling and caused the small hair on the back of my neck to stand up. The sound of heavy footsteps quickly approached. Without warning, the cloth hood was yanked off my head and my eyes scrunched closed from exposure to the harsh lighting in the room.

---- Slowly, my vision sorted itself out and | was finally able to take in the figure in front of me. He was an older man. The roots of his dark hair were just slightly grey. He wore a worn-out leather jacket that quickly caught my attention. On the right shoulder there seemed to be some kind of a symbol. A royal shield of some kind. It didn't look like the current royal emblem which made me think that perhaps he was some kind of retired soldier from a previous king's reign. Wait a minute... Suddenly, the situation began to click together in my mind.

Back when Alexander was still piecing together the evidence he needed to incriminate Michael, | remembered him telling me about there being a third party involved with the assassination attempt. According to what the manager at the junkyard told him, it was a man who wore a jacket that possessed an old royal shield on one of the sleeves. It was that very piece of information that told us the royal family had tried to play a hand in Alexander's demise. "So, it's you," | said.

"You're the one the King hired to try and get rid of Alexander back during that car wreck." ---- The man gave an impressed smile while reaching into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He took a long drag and spoke. "That's right. Clever little thing you are," he noted. "I'm not going to lie, | was rather impressed when | found out that Alexander had managed to survive that car crash-not to mention astonished when | read about how he was never paralyzed in the first place.

Man must have iron-clad restraint in order to keep up that sort of charade." | shook my head and refrained from rolling my eyes. "What does the King hope to gain from this stunt?" "The King hopes to make your idiotic husband realize that it would be in no one's best interest if he were to continue threatening me," a low voice rang out. We turned our attention to the doorway where Gregory stood. His face bore a look of smugness but | could tell that it was nothing more than a facade. "So | am nothing more than a pawn," | said.

"Do you seriously think that by keeping me here, it's going to magically fix everything?" The King took numerous steps forward and glared. "I'd be very careful how you speak to me," he warned. "I've already told Alexander that I'm still not above the idea of potentially sending ---- pieces of your pack to him as a means of teaching him a lesson."