The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 312 "One last thing...If you manage to lay eyes on the King-leave him. He's mine to kill." The ground was shaking and rumbling beneath their feet. Naturally, he and Oliver raced ahead of everyone else. But given the fact that Evelyn had become too personally involved in the situation, Alexander gave the special honor to Erik and Thomas to ride alone with them. It was their specific job to recover Evelyn if he wasn't able to find her first. The moment the palace came into view, Alexander felt an invigorating surge of rage course through him.

As usual there hardly looked as though there was any decent security surrounding the grounds. "This is going to be easy," he muttered He raised his hand up, signaling to the rest of the soldiers to hold their stance. The second he let his arm drop to his side, the horde of his army descended from all different directions. Soon the air was filled with frightened screams and the guttural sound of blades seeking their targets. It was chaos. Sweet, sweet chaos. ---- It brought back a disturbing wave of nostalgia for Alexander. But now wasn't the time to get caught up in his emotions.

He had to keep the task at hand. Find Evelyn. Dispose of Gregory. He made it through the front doors with little to no issue. The floors were already splattered with blood and littered with fallen guards. Women were being dragged along with their screaming children in tow. It was the one thing he couldn't stand about the endeavor. Not the endless rivers of blood or the animalistic cranage, but the frightened looks on the young children's faces. Their eyes filled with tears, not having a single clue what was going on.

He tuned out all the noise and began searching the place for any sign of either Evelyn or the King. Alexander went room by room but found nothing. His worry continued to grow the further his search took him. "Alexander!" Oliver called out harshly. "On your right!" He unsheathed the long blade he kept on his lip and turned to face his attacker. The King's hired hand. Alexander instantly recognized the man's apparel, seeing the old royal emblem, and made the spontaneous connection. His eyes flared with a mixture of anger and excitement.

"Well, ---- well...If it isn't the failed assassin." "1 only failed because | had to work with that idiot brother of yours," he hissed. Alexander chuckled. "Can't fault you there. Michael had never been one to carry out a job correctly. Perhaps, you ought to take that up with Gregory, he's the one that keeps in shitty company." He swung his blade numerous times and only managed to nip the guy once. He was considerably fast for a man who had a good handful of years on him "If Lhad to guess, you're the one that swiped Evelyn too, aren't you?" The man smirked. "She's feisty.

Wasn't expecting her to put up so much of a fight." That's my girl. "She's a fast learner." "Daring too," he commented. "I've never seen anyone talk to Gregory the way that she did before you showed up." "She shares in my disdain for your King." Alexander spun and thrashed his blade. His opponent may have been fast, but he was faster. He'd gotten behind his attacker and ---- stealthy held the edge of the blade up to his throat. "Careful, Alexander." The voice of the King echoed across the room. "You kill him and I'll have no choice but to add your wife to the pile of dead bodies as well."