The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 148

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 148: Treatments**

[Evelyn’s POV]

Cold.

That was the singular thought that occupied my mind. I was cold. Freezing… Hollow.

I felt like a delicate porcelain vase, one that had suffered a catastrophic crack at its base, leaving me emptied of everything I once held inside. I was utterly drained, a mere shadow of my former self. Weak.

What tormented me most was the relentless cycle of slipping in and out of consciousness. It was a cruel rhythm. I would awaken, breathless and gasping for air that never fully filled my lungs, leaving me dizzy and desperate for relief. Then, as if to mock my suffering, the pain would surge, making me acutely aware of the injuries I had endured. Just when I thought I might find some respite, the agony would crescendo, and I would plunge back into darkness once more.

This pattern of torment replayed itself, each iteration colder than the last. I felt my body vibrating, a chilling reminder of the severe blood loss coursing through my veins. But there was nothing I could do to change my fate.

Time had lost all meaning in that dismal place. I couldn’t tell how long I had been lying there on that unforgiving table. More troubling still was the nagging question of why I hadn’t succumbed to the darkness yet. I had lost an unfathomable amount of blood, enough to plunge my nervous system into a frigid abyss.

It was a miracle that I still had a pulse.

I found myself praying for an end to the torment. Each time the darkness enveloped me, I wished just a little more fervently for it to take over completely, to snatch away the pain that clung to me like a second skin. But no, it never did.

Even in the absence of my tormentors, the agony persisted.

Amidst the chaos, I began to hear voices. They were not the shrill cackles of Isabella or Fiona’s biting remarks. No, this voice was deep and masculine, a sound that sent a flicker of hope through the fog of my suffering. I dared not allow myself to believe it was Alexander.

My capacity for hope had been thoroughly exhausted. How foolish of me to think he might appear, a knight in shining armor, to stop Fiona before she had dragged her blade across my skin.

Why would Alexander have known to come here? I had never informed him of my whereabouts. As far as I was concerned, our relationship was still strained, fraught with unresolved tension.

Yet, deep within me, I felt a certainty that it was indeed him. I could sense his formidable presence as he crossed the room, drawing closer. Though I couldn’t feel his touch, his words reached me, faint but clear.

“…Please, forgive me…I’m so sorry, I didn’t come sooner…”

If only I could respond, to let him know that I was still here, still fighting against the overwhelming darkness.

But before I could summon the strength to answer, the pain surged through me once more, an unbearable wave that swallowed me whole, and once again, I was plunged into the void.

[Third-Person’s POV]

Alexander was teetering on the brink of madness. It was difficult to determine whether his anger was a stabilizing force or the very thing that would push him over the edge.

Damn Fiona.

He should have seen this coming. Of course, she would be involved in this horrific situation. She had harbored a grudge against Evelyn from the very beginning. Her attempt to poison the tea was one thing, but this? This was beyond comprehension.

In his dealings with other packs, Alexander had always made a point to avoid violence against women and children. It was not in his nature to inflict harm upon them. Yet Fiona had made herself an exception to that rule.

She didn’t deserve a prison cell; she deserved to experience the same pain she inflicted on Evelyn.

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