The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 177

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 177: A Cold Confrontation**

[Third-Person’s POV]

Alexander’s mind was a tempest of urgency. He had to extricate his wife from the confines of the palace and return her to the tranquil sanctuary of their home—immediately.

With each stride he took, a fierce, insatiable desire surged within him. It was a primal urge to possess his Luna right then and there, to claim her in a way that left no room for doubt.

Evelyn, whether she recognized it or not, possessed a lethal charm that captivated him. The sight of her dismantling Caroline in front of a crowd, the King himself among them, was nothing short of intoxicating. Who could have imagined that his sweet, compassionate wife had the power to reduce even the most ruthless individuals to a stammering mess?

The image of Caroline, floundering for words and paling like a ghost, was perhaps the most delightful spectacle he had witnessed in ages. And to think it was his own Luna who had orchestrated this moment of triumph.

A swell of pride surged through Alexander’s chest, mingling dangerously with an equally potent arousal. The heat of his desire coursed through him, drawing the blood southward. As soon as he felt his trousers tighten, he quickened his pace, gripping Evelyn’s hand tightly and pulling her along, desperate to reach their car as swiftly as possible.

He hoped fervently that she would indulge him this time. While he wouldn’t call himself an exhibitionist, he found himself increasingly curious about how many times he could bring his wife to the brink of ecstasy before they crossed the borders of Kingston Hall.

The promise of freedom and the fresh air outside beckoned him, but just as he was about to taste that liberation, a familiar voice shattered his focus, pulling him back into the moment.

“Alexander?”

Rena.

The fiery passion that had ignited within him was doused in an instant, replaced by an overwhelming wave of nostalgia as the scent of her floral perfume enveloped him. He halted in his tracks, though he kept his gaze fixed forward, unwilling to confront her just yet.

It wasn’t fear that held him back; rather, it was the unpredictable tension that hummed in the back of his mind. He knew she would demand answers, just as everyone else had. But he dreaded the sting of her reaction. For months, she had looked upon him with pity, believing in the facade of his broken body, and he found that unbearable.

If only Rena hadn’t abandoned him long ago in search of something ‘better,’ he might have had the courage to reveal the truth from the outset. But she had fallen into that collective category of people who didn’t need to know the real story.

God knew he wasn’t ready to deal with her now. Yet, to his surprise, Evelyn turned to Rena, her expression softening into a gentle smile.

“Hello, Princess Rena,” she greeted warmly. “It’s lovely to see you again.”

“Y-Yes, you too,” Rena replied, her voice laced with wistfulness.

Alexander couldn’t shake the feeling that Rena’s gaze was firmly fixed on him. It was only when he felt the slight squeeze of Evelyn’s hand that he finally turned to acknowledge Rena’s presence.

“Your Highness?” he said, the bitterness in his tone unmistakable.

He could have sworn he saw Rena flinch at his words.

She opened her mouth as if to speak but was met with silence. Sensing the growing awkwardness, Evelyn extended an olive branch.

“I imagine you’re feeling rather confused and shocked about Alexander’s current state… Am I right?” she asked gently.

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