The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 82 [Third-Person's POV] After Oliver had informed the staff of what they needed to do, he insisted on joining Alexander on his venture outside toward the greenhouse. The feeling he initially had in his stomach had not let up once. At times like this, he truly felt like the wheelchair was purposely slowing him down. Just another reminder that he really needs to get around to telling her the truth about his situation. But at the moment, all he needed to focus on was finding Evelyn. "Sir, perhaps, she just lost track of time," Oliver suggested.

Alexander appreciated the idea that the Beta was trying to ease his nerves but it was no use. Plus, it naturally wasn't like Evelyn to become easily distracted. They searched the greenhouse and found nothing out of the ordinary. Alexander wasn't sure if that was reassuring to him or if it merely added to the frustration. Part of him was slightly anticipating uncovering some kind of scene that could have taken place. Anything that would have indicated any sort of explanation. But no. ---- Not a single thing was out of place.

Alexander grimaced and decided that they should move on to the tent next. The two men entered the tent and were immediately struck with panic and shock as they found Evelyn hunched over on the ground with her arms wrapped around her center. Her whole body was trembling and there was a thin sheen of sweat that covered her skin. "Oh my God," Oliver whispered. Alexander felt his heart lurch in his chest. "Evelyn!" Without a single hesitation or second thought, the Alpha abandoned the wheelchair and charged at the woman.

He carefully gathered Evelyn in his arms and tried to coax her out of her unconscious state. "Evelyn?" Soft, broken whimpers slipped from her throat. It was obvious that she wasn't able to speak, let alone open her eyes. Alexander's heart dropped into his stomach when he discovered how stiff she felt in his arms. It was like her body was already undergoing rigor mortis. + "What the hell is happening to her?" he snarled under his breath. " Look around, see if you can find anything that would give us ---- some clue as to what happened.

I'm taking her back to the house." Nearly everyone was stunned to find Alexander barging through the doors with an unresponsive Evelyn in his arms. Poor Nina nearly had a heart attack when she caught sight of the two. "Oh my God! What happened?" she gasped. "We don't know," he said gruffly. "Have a few of the staff prepare a bath in my rooms immediately. She's freezing. | need to try and bring her body temperature back up." Alexander glanced down to find Evelyn's hand grasping at the material of his shirt.

She was still shaking like a newborn fawn; her breathing was ragged and coming out in short spurts. Every moment felt crucial. He turned on his heel and made it back to the master bedroom where already the staff had been prepping the room. The bath was filled with the gentle aroma of lavender. "Thank you. That will be all." "Sir, are you sure you don't want us to get her more suitable for 'the bath?" one of the maids asked. In other words, was he certain that he ought to be the one to remove her clothes? ---- Alexander clenched his jaw and refrained from rolling his eyes.

Had things been different between them, there wouldn't even be all of these boundaries. Yes, it was an intimate act no matter how anyone was able to view it. But he was quick to recover from the hesitation and shook his head at the staff. "No. | will do it." I'm her goddamn husband and if anyone is going to see her completely bare, it's going to be me. No one else.