The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 304

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 304: Drugged**

**Judy’s POV**

I was taken aback when he sauntered back into the room, a red solo cup in hand, filled with water. My mind had been bracing for a sleek water bottle or something more conventional, but he seemed completely unfazed by my surprise. With a boyish grin, he extended the cup toward me. Curiosity tugged at me as I peered inside, and sure enough, the liquid was clear. It didn’t carry any scent either, which allowed me to relax a bit and smile in appreciation.

“Thank you,” I said, lifting the cup to my lips.

However, as the water touched my tongue, I detected a peculiar taste. My nose wrinkled in response, and I cast a questioning glance back at the cup before meeting his gaze.

“It’s non-filtered,” he clarified, his tone casual. “We ran out of filtered water, so this is what we have at the moment.”

I nodded, understanding his predicament. It made sense, I supposed. I took another sip; despite its odd flavor, it felt refreshing against the bitterness of the beer I had earlier. As I drank a bit more, I noticed him watching me with an expression that was both curious and amused.

“So, are you seeing anybody?” he asked, his voice light.

His question caught me off guard, and I did my best to mask my surprise. This was certainly an unconventional way to strike up a conversation with a woman, especially while standing outside the bathroom where my best friend was currently experiencing the aftermath of too many drinks.

“No,” I replied, though uncertainty flickered in my mind. Was that entirely accurate? At this moment, it didn’t feel like I was involved with anyone. But would Gavin share that sentiment? “But I’m not exactly on the lookout for anyone, either.”

He nodded in understanding, his expression shifting to one of shared experience.

“I get that,” he said, his voice sincere. “I haven’t dated in ages, even though I live in a frat house. Sure, there are girls who throw themselves at me, but none have really captured my interest. Not like you, at least.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his compliment, taking another sip of the water as I mulled over his words.

“You’re quite the smooth talker,” I teased playfully. “That can be a dangerous skill.”

“Dangerous? How so?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Because I bet you can charm your way into getting what you want with just your words,” I replied, my heart racing a little as I spoke.

As I chatted, I became aware of a warmth creeping into my cheeks, and my voice began to sound distant, almost echoing in my ears. I shook my head slightly, dismissing the sensation, attributing it to a combination of fatigue and the lingering effects of the beer.

“Maybe I can,” he said, stepping closer, invading my personal space. “Is that a problem?”

I shook my head, but the sudden movement sent a wave of dizziness crashing over me. I quickly reached for the wall to steady myself.

“Whoa…” I managed, letting out a nervous laugh. “I’m not sure what just happened. Is it hot in here?”

A sheen of sweat was forming on my forehead, and my breath was coming in quick, shallow bursts. Why was I feeling so overheated all of a sudden?

“Maybe just a little,” Kyle replied, a frown creasing his brow. “You should drink some more water.”

I nodded, raising the cup to my lips for another long sip. Soon, the cup was empty. He took it from my hand and tossed it into the nearest trash bin. My cheeks were ablaze, and I found myself leaning against the wall, worried I might topple over.

“Do you feel any better?” he asked, returning his attention to me.

“Um… I’m not sure…” I replied, my words slurring more than I intended. What was happening to me?

I thought I voiced those last thoughts aloud, but I soon realized they remained trapped in my mind. I could hear them echoing, but they didn’t feel like my own words. Was I even breathing properly?

When I looked up, Kyle was much closer than before, his arms encircling me, holding me firmly against him to prevent me from collapsing.

That was so kind of him… yet a sense of unease lingered in my mind.

“Hey, you’re okay,” he said softly, his voice sounding as if it were coming from a distance. His features began to blur, and I opened my mouth to respond, but no words emerged. My lips felt numb, and the ability to articulate thoughts slipped away from me.

He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against the nape of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

“How about we go upstairs? You can lie down and rest?” he suggested, his tone coaxing.

Inside, I desperately wanted to shake my head and assert that I wanted to go home. But my body felt heavy, unresponsive, as if it were trapped in a fog. The heat coursing through me was both agonizing and intoxicating, stirring something primal deep within. My wolf was restless, aching to break free, yet I felt paralyzed, unable to move.

What was happening to me?

Before I could process my thoughts any further, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, cradling me like a bride.

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