The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 129

**TITLE: Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 129: Hitting The Media**

[Evelyn’s POV]

As I mulled over the prospect of a second wedding, I found myself increasingly enamored with the idea.

Alexander had made a compelling argument, insisting that we deserved a genuine celebration—one that was wholly about us, rather than a mere formality of a match made by chance. Given the whirlwind of events that had unfolded and the precious moments we had shared, the thought of a proper ceremony that encapsulated our love was undeniably enticing.

We prepared ourselves to descend to the dining room for breakfast, the air thick with anticipation. As we strolled hand-in-hand, I couldn’t help but notice the flurry of anxious glances directed our way. The dining table was cluttered with the latest editions of the morning newspapers, their glaring headlines vying for attention.

My heart raced, a lump forming in my throat.

Could it be true that so many news outlets had already churned out articles about yesterday’s trial?

It was a rather naïve question, considering the throngs of reporters who had camped outside the courthouse, each vying to be the first to break the story. It felt as though they were all in a race, desperate to scoop the full account of the courtroom drama that had unfolded.

Each headline seemed more sensational than the last.

*“Kingston Brothers in Court!”*

*“Michael Kingston Imprisoned by Stepbrother!”*

*“Is Michael Kingston Truly Crazy?”*

*“Alpha and Luna Dominate the Courtroom!”*

I shook my head in exasperation. “Oh my God, all of these sound utterly ridiculous,” I remarked, frustration bubbling to the surface.

Nina exhaled sharply. “You’re not wrong,” she replied. “But you’ll notice these are mainly from the tabloids. They rarely contain any substantial information.”

“Exactly,” Oliver chimed in. “These are just the usual gossip columns that people mistakenly believe are factual.”

Despite their reassurances, I felt a gnawing curiosity about how accurately those journalists had pieced together the events of the trial, especially given the scant details Alexander had shared with them. I was genuinely astonished that we hadn’t been bombarded with more questions from the relentless crowd outside.

Against my better judgment, I reached for one particular article that sensationalized Michael’s state of mind.

*“Is the second Kingston brother truly unwell? Much to the public’s surprise over the secret trial that took place this morning, many are left wondering what could have driven Alpha Alexander Kingston to take such drastic action against his own flesh and blood.”*

Unnamed sources claimed that even though the courthouse doors had been firmly sealed, Michael’s desperate cries had escaped into the air. *“This is a mistake! I’m not crazy!! You’re all going to regret this!!”*

The article posed a haunting question: what secrets lay buried within the Kingston family that the public remained oblivious to? Had Michael truly attempted to have his own brother assassinated? All we could do was hope for an official statement from the Kingston family, along with the Alpha King, to shed light on the situation.

My brows knitted together in thought. This article didn’t seem too far-fetched; it was likely that the reporters had pressed their ears against the courthouse doors, straining to catch Michael’s frantic outburst.

“Will the Royals need to issue an official statement as well?” I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

Both Oliver and Alexander nodded in unison.

“It’s standard procedure when the Alpha King attends certain, shall we say, ‘special’ trial hearings,” Wendy interjected with a knowing smirk. “Usually, His Majesty is far too preoccupied with royal duties to concern himself with such trivial matters.”

“Except he made sure to attend this trial,” I pointed out, a hint of disbelief in my tone.

She was right; we were on the brink of a storm. There was no telling what Caroline would do once she learned that her son had been imprisoned.

Nina helped clear away the tabloids, and we settled into our seats around the table. As the staff poured coffee and tea, Alexander reached over, his hand covering mine in a reassuring gesture.

“Do you want to tell them about our news?” he asked softly, his gaze steady.

I raised my eyebrows, suddenly aware of the significant development that had unfolded this morning, my cheeks flushing with excitement.

Clearing my throat gently, I captured the attention of everyone at the table.

“So, Alexander and I have decided that we want to get married again,” I announced, my voice steady yet filled with anticipation.

Wendy nearly dropped her tea mug, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, a smile breaking across her face. “You mean you’re planning to have a wedding with an actual ceremony?”

I glanced at Alexander, who was peering over his coffee mug, a hint of annoyance etched on his features. I couldn’t quite tell if Wendy was being serious or if her excitement was laced with sarcasm. I stifled a laugh, recognizing that Alexander had indeed made it difficult for her to attend our first ceremony.

“Yes,” I affirmed, my heart racing with joy.

“We’re looking to have a real wedding that truly represents us,” he added, his voice warm. “And, if the weather cooperates, we hope to host it outside in the gardens.”

The mention of the gardens sent Nina and Wendy into a frenzy of excitement. They practically leapt from their chairs, bouncing ideas off one another, while I stole a loving glance at Alexander, my heart swelling with affection for my soon-to-be husband.