The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 147

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 147: Rescue Part II**

[Third-Person’s POV]

EVELYN!!

The name echoed in Alexander Kingston’s mind like a haunting refrain, but he couldn’t be certain if he had actually vocalized it or if it remained trapped within the confines of his thoughts. Either way, the sheer shock of the scene before him had propelled him backward, his back colliding with the cold wall of the hallway.

For a man like Alexander, who had witnessed the horrors of war and the aftermath of countless battles, the sight of bloodshed was not unfamiliar. He had stood on the battlefield, seen comrades fall, and felt the chill of death brush past him. Yet, nothing could have prepared him for the devastation that lay ahead.

As he reached the end of the corridor, the open door loomed like a gateway to hell, revealing a scene so grotesque and terrifying that it felt like stepping into a waking nightmare. The darkness that had lingered in the corners of his mind now materialized into a visceral reality.

Evelyn. His beloved wife, Luna, lay bound to a cold, unforgiving metal table, surrounded by a vast pool of her own blood.

The sight was a visceral assault on his senses.

Torture had been inflicted upon her, and it was evident that the very essence of life had been drained from her being. Her once soft, pink complexion had faded to a ghastly white, and her face bore the marks of brutal violence. But it was the right side of her face that revealed the true horror—deep, jagged cuts that spoke of a blade wielded with cruel precision.

For a fleeting moment, Alexander’s gaze was torn from her suffering, landing on the glint of that very blade lying ominously on the floor. It was a grim reminder of the brutality that had transpired.

Air escaped his lungs in a rush, and his throat constricted, rendering him speechless. Here stood an Alpha, accustomed to the most gruesome sights that war could offer, yet he found himself utterly paralyzed by the sight of his wife in such a horrific state.

His voice emerged, gravelly and barely above a whisper. “What have they done to you?”

With every ounce of strength he could muster, Alexander pushed away from the wall, his heart racing as he moved closer to her. Each step was taken with trepidation, unsure of where it was safe to touch. Dark purple bruises marred her ribcage, evidence of broken bones hidden beneath the surface. Her left arm was a canvas of scratches, as if someone had used it as a plaything. But nothing compared to the devastation on the right side of her face. Blood continued to trickle down her chin, pooling onto the table beneath her.

Desperation surged through him as he scanned the room for anything that could staunch the flow of her life’s essence.

Her breathing was labored, each shallow gasp sending a wave of dread through him.

She’s still alive…But only just.

Tears welled in the corners of Alexander’s eyes as he leaned down, his forehead nearly brushing against hers. “Please, forgive me. I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner. I’m here now, and I promise I’m going to get you out of this nightmare.”

His voice was thick with emotion, each word laced with a fervent hope that she could hear him, that she could feel his presence.

He called for Oliver, his Beta, and the man rushed in, his eyes widening in horror at the scene that unfolded before him.

“Oh my God,” Oliver breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “How could they…?”

Alexander fought to maintain his composure. There would be a time for grief, for rage, but now was not that moment.

“I need your help,” he commanded, his hands trembling as he worked to undo the leather straps that held her captive. “We have to get her out of here.”

Oliver hesitated, the weight of the situation evident in his expression. After a moment, he shook his head firmly. “No.”

Alexander’s head snapped up, anger flaring in his chest. “What—”

“We can’t move her,” Oliver insisted, his voice steady but urgent. “She’s lost too much blood already. We have no idea what internal injuries she might have. If we move her now, we could make everything worse.”

Damn it. He had a valid point, and it gnawed at him. But time was slipping away, and every second felt like a gamble with her life.

“Call Ian,” Alexander instructed, his voice low but commanding. “Tell him to get here as fast as he can.”

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