The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 199

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 199: Fear And Love**

[Third-Person’s POV]

“Where’s Evelyn?” Alexander’s voice cut through the air, laced with urgency as he turned to Ian, his eyes searching for answers.

The desperation in his tone was palpable, an unguarded plea that he could not contain. He felt an overwhelming need to see her, to reassure himself that she was safe and whole. The very thought of her suffering gnawed at him, a relentless worry that refused to be silenced.

As he had anticipated, the palace coup had unfolded seamlessly, with no major hiccups. Oliver had assured him that their side had suffered minimal losses. Even Ian, the ever-reliable doctor, had managed to attend to any injuries with remarkable efficiency.

For the past few hours, Alexander had been wrestling with his own turbulent emotions, attempting to push aside the darker aspects of himself that had surfaced during the chaos. He knew he had to bury that part of him deep, at least until the storm had passed. He couldn’t risk Evelyn seeing him as anything less than the man she believed him to be.

He would never harm her—that much he was certain.

Yet, he was acutely aware of the fear his presence could instill when he was in that state of mind. He had become a formidable figure, one that could evoke terror in the hearts of those around him.

The memory of Gregory gripping her throat haunted him, a chilling reminder of the power he had wielded in that moment. The terror reflected in her eyes was an image that would forever be etched in his memory, a reminder of the fragility of their situation. With a heart heavy with dread, Alexander navigated the opulent halls of the palace, seeking out Ian.

The doctor met him with a brief nod, his expression serious as he motioned toward the drawing room. “Her injuries were, thankfully, minor compared to what could have happened,” he stated, his voice steady. “However, she’s still grappling with shock.”

Of course, she is. How could she not be?

Any rational person would be traumatized after such an ordeal. But what truly consumed Alexander was the uncertainty of what weighed heavier on Evelyn’s mind: the horrors of the recent violence or the fear of him?

With a silent nod, he moved toward the drawing room, deliberately ignoring the bloodstains that marred the polished floors, remnants of the chaos that had erupted just hours before. The cleaning staff was diligently working to restore the palace to its former glory, but the memories lingered like ghosts in the corners.

Upon entering the room, his gaze was immediately drawn to her. There she was, seated by one of the grand windows, her focus lost in the breathtaking view of the sun rising over the horizon. His heart ached at the sight of the white gauze Ian had wrapped around her wound. Would there ever come a day when she would be free from danger’s grasp?

“Evelyn…” he called softly, almost as if afraid to break the fragile moment.

She turned to him, her eyes locking onto his, but he could see the tension in her body as she instinctively tensed at his approach. He halted, his heart clenching painfully in his chest.

Oh my God. She’s afraid of me.

He could see her effort to steady herself, but her gaze remained averted, and it pierced him to his core.

With cautious steps, he approached her and settled beside her on the plush sofa. Gathering his courage, he reached out for her hand, relieved when she didn’t pull away.

“I’m so sorry you had to witness me like that,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her response was hesitant, her voice trembling. “I’ll admit, it was a bit unnerving. You… you truly possess the ability to kill without hesitation.”

“Only when absolutely necessary,” he replied, his tone earnest. “When I saw Gregory’s hands around your throat, something inside me snapped. I would have done anything to ensure your safety. You were right before—I would have killed him, I wanted to. But that would have rendered all the time spent gathering evidence meaningless.”

She nodded slowly, her expression a mixture of understanding and concern. “So, what happens now?” she asked, her voice quiet yet firm. “You’ve overthrown the King, which technically makes you the new King by default. Are we expected to live here now?”

He noted the strain in her voice, the weight of responsibility settling heavily between them. With a sigh, he absentmindedly stroked the back of her hand, seeking to comfort her.

“Now, we compile all the evidence of Gregory’s illegal dealings and present it to the media. We’ll let him expose himself for the tyrant he is, explaining why this takeover was necessary,” he explained, hoping to ease her worries.

Evelyn’s eyes reflected uncertainty, and Alexander felt a surge of protectiveness. He would do anything to restore her peace of mind.

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