The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 305

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 305: Judy’s Heat**

**Gavin’s POV**

The moment I let out a low, threatening growl, the man gripping Judy turned to face me, his expression shifting from arrogance to sheer panic as recognition dawned.

“Let her go,” I commanded, my voice a low rumble filled with menace.

His hands trembled as he complied, lowering Judy to the ground. I watched her head tilt precariously to the side; she struggled to maintain her balance, a fragile figure swaying in a world that felt too heavy for her. What had this bastard done to her? It was clear to me that it wasn’t merely alcohol that had her in such a state.

She was drugged.

As soon as he released her and turned to confront me, he didn’t remain standing for long. My fist met his face with a sickening crunch, and I felt the satisfying crack of bone beneath my knuckles. He crumpled to the floor, blood streaming from his broken nose, a pitiful sight that fueled my rage.

Just then, the bathroom door swung open, and Nan stumbled out, her eyes widening in horror as she took in the scene before her. When our gazes locked, I could see the confusion and fear etched across her features.

“A… Alpha?” she stammered, blinking rapidly as if trying to shake off a fog. It was evident from her unsteady posture and the way her pupils dilated that she was intoxicated. Her gaze flickered from the fallen man to Judy, and she gasped, “Judy?!”

Without hesitation, she fell to her knees beside Judy, desperately trying to rouse her friend, tears spilling down her cheeks as she fretted over her condition.

I shifted my attention back to the man on the floor, letting my wolf rise just enough to remind him of the danger he was in.

“If I ever see you near her again, it will be the last mistake you make,” I growled, my voice low and threatening.

The man, now trembling and clutching his bleeding nose, could only nod in fear. I had no time to waste on him; Judy needed me. I turned back to her, lying there on the ground, her breath coming in heavy, labored gasps. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were tightly shut, as if she were trying to block out the world around her. I felt a surge of protectiveness. What had he done to her?

Without a second thought, I bent down and lifted her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. Her head nestled against me, and I could feel her trembling, her body radiating heat. Whatever he had given her was igniting a fire within her, pushing her into a state of heat.

I let out another low growl, a warning that sent shivers down the spines of those around us. Even Nan, in her drunken stupor, took a cautious step back.

“Follow me,” I commanded, and Nan nodded quickly, understanding that arguing with me was not an option at this moment. She hurried after me as I made my way through the eerily silent house and out into the cool night air.

Once outside, I inhaled deeply, grateful to escape the suffocating atmosphere of that house. Leroy was already waiting by the car. As soon as he spotted us, he jumped out and rushed around to open the back door.

“Is she okay?” Leroy asked, his voice tinged with concern.

“Take Nan home first, then bring Judy back to the mansion,” I instructed firmly.

“Yes, Alpha,” Leroy replied, helping Nan into the car. I carefully placed Judy inside as well and fastened her seatbelt, sliding in beside her, unwilling to let her out of my sight for even a moment.

The drive felt interminable, the traffic crawling as if mocking my urgency. Once we dropped Nan off, the journey back to the mansion seemed to stretch on forever. I could hear Judy beside me, her breaths growing more frantic, punctuated by soft whimpers. She leaned into me, burying her face in the nape of my neck, inhaling my scent, her body trembling against mine.

“Gavin…” she whispered, her fingers trailing up my torso, sending jolts of electricity through me. Her eyes remained closed, her voice raspy and filled with longing. This was the first time she had spoken since I rescued her from that party. Her lips, swollen and slightly parted, looked tantalizingly inviting, and I fought every instinct to claim them. I had to remind myself that she wasn’t in her right mind. “Help me…”

Before I could respond, the mansion came into view, and I exhaled a breath of relief. I didn’t wait for Leroy to open the car door; I pushed it open and lifted Judy out, carrying her into the mansion without a word to Leroy. I was acutely aware of her heavy breathing, the way she panted against me as I ascended the stairs, grateful that no staff members were around to witness the precarious situation unfolding.

As soon as we reached the bedroom, I placed Judy gently on the bed, stepping back to create some distance. But the moment I did, she began to undress, her movements fluid and seductive. I watched, my eyes darkening as my wolf clawed at the edges of my control, fueled by the lust that enveloped us both. He didn’t understand why I was holding back when she was so clearly offering herself to me. But I knew that if I gave in now, I would cross a line that could never be uncrossed, and I would lose her forever.

With a swift motion, she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor alongside her dress. Only her panties remained, soaked with her desire, and my mouth watered at the sight, the primal urge within me growing more feral.

Her breasts appeared fuller, pink and glistening from her heat; her nipples stood erect, begging for my attention. She cupped her breasts, letting out a soft moan while gazing up at me, her eyes filled with a pleading intensity that threatened to unravel my resolve.

“We can’t do this,” I rasped, my voice strained and unfamiliar.

“But I need you…” she whispered, slowly rising from the bed, her hips swaying as she approached me. “I need you to touch me.”

She closed the distance between us, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine. My lips met hers in a tentative kiss, a battle of restraint raging within me.

“Please…” she breathed, leaning in for another kiss. “Touch me…”

In that moment, my resolve began to fracture. I knew I was losing the battle against my instincts, and with a low growl, I succumbed, convincing myself that I was only doing this to help her. But deep down, I recognized the truth—I was doing this because I craved her just as intensely as she craved me.

In that moment, I realized that we were both caught in a web of desire that was impossible to escape, and I was powerless to resist.