The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 146

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 146: Rescue Part I**

[Third-Person’s POV]

How could she have possibly decided to visit Isabella? Had she completely lost her senses?

Alexander found himself grappling with the bewildering nature of his wife’s decision-making. The very thought of her heading to that wretched place sent a shiver down his spine. He had practically had to drag her out of their home, pleading with her to leave for what he considered a ludicrous dinner party.

Now, that was a choice he regretted deeply. The weight of his actions bore down on him, and he couldn’t shake the realization that none of this chaos would have unfolded if he had simply heeded Evelyn’s warnings. They should have never even entertained the notion of visiting the Silverwood Estate.

Evelyn had been resolute in her refusal to go, and yet he had insisted—no, he had practically demanded it! Even with the knowledge of the despicable things Isabella had orchestrated, he had pushed for this disastrous outing.

Good God, just thinking about it made Alexander’s stomach twist in knots. Memories of Isabella’s cruel machinations flooded his mind, and he felt a surge of empathy for the torment Evelyn had suffered due to that woman’s heartless scheming.

This was precisely why he couldn’t fathom why she would dare to return to that house. Alone.

“Did she mention why she felt the need to go there?” he asked, his voice clipped and tense.

Nina shrugged, her expression reflecting her concern. “She only said she was going to confront Isabella.”

Wendy chimed in, recalling Evelyn’s words with a mix of admiration and worry. “I believe she said something like, ‘I’m not going to let her destroy the one good thing I have in my life just because her own life turned to shit.’”

A jolt of panic shot through Alexander’s chest at her boldness. Jesus Christ. Evelyn had ventured off to stand her ground and fight for their marriage while he had been wallowing in his own self-pity, avoiding her like a coward.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“I have to go get her,” he declared with a newfound determination.

From his experiences with Isabella, he had learned one crucial lesson: he could trust that woman as far as he could throw her, which was not at all.

“But there’s no way to know if she’s still at the Silverwood Estate,” Nina pointed out, her voice laced with anxiety. “She hasn’t answered her phone, and it’s been hours since she left the manor.”

“When did she leave?”

“This afternoon,” Wendy replied, her eyes wide with concern.

Hours had passed, and she hadn’t answered even once? Panic surged through him like a tidal wave. It was already troubling enough that she had gone off alone to face Isabella, but the silence from her phone was a chilling omen. No. Something was terribly, horribly wrong.

“Well, I have to start somewhere,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling within him. “I’m heading to the Silverwood Estate. If she’s not there, I’ll come up with another plan, but I need to go. My gut is telling me something is off.”

Oliver nodded in agreement, his resolve unwavering. “I’m coming with you.”

“Alright. Call for a backup car as well,” he instructed the Beta. “I have no idea what we might be walking into.”

The tension in Alexander’s chest was suffocating. By the time they arrived at the Silverwood Estate, his nerves had frayed to a breaking point.

The estate loomed before them, its exterior resembling a fortress that had been sealed off from the world. Not a single light flickered in the windows, nor was there any sign of life.

“What the hell?” he muttered under his breath, disbelief etched on his face.

“This place looks desolate,” Oliver remarked, scanning the surroundings.

All the more reason not to trust the situation. It was clear that something was amiss, and he could only attribute it to Isabella’s machinations to cover up whatever was happening.

His anxiety escalated to unbearable heights, and in a moment of desperation, he abandoned his wheelchair at the entrance.

Oliver shot him a concerned glance, but Alexander waved it off dismissively. He had reached his limit when it came to hiding his true nature. There were far more pressing matters at hand than concealing his vulnerabilities.

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