The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 92 [Evelyn's POV] Where the hell am |? My eyes slowly peeled open as | struggled to decipher my surroundings. The room was far too dark for me to fully comprehend where | was. But there was a familiarness about it that made me believe I'd been in this exact situation once before. Only, this time | felt that there was something warmly and securely wrapped around me. Slowly, | curled and flexed my hands while trying to get a better feel for what was going on. | almost immediately came upon a large, muscled arm that was securely wrapped around my middle.

Suddenly, a loud breath was released from behind me. My eyes opened wider. "What the-" Another loud sigh was let out along with a muffled groan. My heart leaped in my chest the second the reality of the situation hit. Oh my God. Was | in Alexander's room...In his bed?! How on earth did | end up back in here? Why was | back in here? ---- Now that he and | lived in separate rooms, there was no reason why he wouldn't have informed the staff to have me placed back in my own. Surely, this was somewhat inconvenient for him. Why would he want anything to do with me in my disillusioned state?

Of course, there wasn't much of the past few days that | could actually remember, so there was no way of telling myself how something like this could have happened. Honestly, my memories were coming back to me in clips and fragments. | remembered the tea. Then falling. | recalled the feeling of the hot water enveloping my body. Alexander's voice called out to me from beyond my subconscious. | was so, so hot. Then the room was spinning out of control... And now? Now | found myself caught up in Alexander's arms with no idea how to escape. Then again, did | really want to?

This was the first and only time he was being unconditionally affectionate toward me-although he was asleep-it felt rather remarkable. Unlike before, when | felt like | was melting from beneath my skin, | was comfortably warm and happily content. We've just been through days of pure hell, can't we just enjoy the moment? | really wanted to. Unfortunately, there was still a frightful matter ---- at hand. Something had gone wrong with the tea mixture and | needed to know what went on during my ill-absence. |, ever-so-slowly, tried to maneuver myself out of his restrictive hold.

| shifted my hips and carefully inched myself toward the edge of the bed. But Alexander quickly caught on to my plan. A disgruntled gasp tore from my chest when | felt a harsh tug from his arms, yanking me back against his chest. A chilling snarl slipped through his lips. "Stop moving," he ordered, roughly. My heart slammed into my rib cage as | tried to re-situate myself once more, only to be met with another disapproving growl. This time, Alexander gripped the side of my hip, preventing me from moving any further. "Alexander-" He leaned forward to whisper into my ear.

"Stop rocking your hips against me or else this morning is going to end up far differently than originally intended." My eyes widened as | felt an unstoppable heat dance across my cheeks. Now that he mentioned it, | began to feel the noticeable hardness pressing into my lower back. He let a low rumble from the back of his throat. "Good girl," he hummed, approvingly. ---- I clenched my eyes shut, fighting back the urge to press into him further. Goddamnit, he knew what that did to me "I can't stay in bed," | told him weakly. "Yes, you can.

Your body has been fighting the poison you accidentally ingested when you were testing the tea mixture." | wanted to pay attention to his explanation but my mind couldn't get past the notion that the pads of his fingers were gently stroking the bare skin of my stomach. Oh, God. Did he even know he was doing that?