The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 103 [Evelyn's POV] Oh...Well, that certainly sobered me up real quick, emotionally. For a moment, | stared blankly at Alexander and wondered why on earth he would want to listen to what went on in my childhood. There weren't exactly a lot of good times to speak of. | scolded myself for the mistake of having admitted to everyone about my family's past digressions against me. | should have taken care in my response. Instead, | was fairly certain that | ended up making everyone feel uncomfortable. The last thing | wanted was to make them feel like they had to pity me.

| took in a steady breath and wiped away the remnants of the tears that had fallen down my cheeks with the back of my hand "Alexander," | started. "I don't think you really want to hear about any of that" "Why don't you let me be the judge of that?" he questioned softly. My hand still remained firmly enveloped within his own. It was a clear reminder that | was in a safe space. This just wasn't something that | was accustomed to doing. | didn't share my feelings openly on a regular basis. Growing up, | had made the discovery on my own that I was better off keeping it all to ---- myself.

It wasn't like | had much confidence in either of my parents. My father couldn't have cared less and Isabella was too much of a cackling, conniving woman to ever be trusted about something so personal. She would have very likely used whatever information | told her and found a way to manipulate me with it in the long run. And forget Samantha. If the attention wasn't directly placed on her at all times, she would find a way to make it happen. She wasn't mature enough to ever willingly sit down and listen to someone else's problems without trying to turn the conversation on herself.

Sure, | could have spoken to the staff but | felt guilty placing my troubles and feelings on them when they already had so much work on their hands. | was the last thing that they needed to deal with. It all came down to my brother Edward. Even that situation wasn't exactly ideal. The poor guy wasn't able to speak his part or make a comment on any of the things that | ever came to him with. He was my only form of letting off some of the heavier thoughts and issues | faced. And the poor man was stuck in a coma.

"Growing up in my family-in that house...Had me feeling as ---- though | was a prisoner." Alexander's brows lifted into his hair. He opened his mouth to, no doubt, throw a dozen questions at me but | swiftly stopped him. "No. Wait. Let me explain," | interjected. "When | say the word ' prisoner', | don't mean that | was treated like some convicted criminal. It was more along the lines of feeling like | was trapped in a place with no one to whom | could really speak to. | felt isolated. You know how | feel about pointless banter at those social gatherings?" Alexander nodded his head.

"Well, that's all I'd ever hear within the walls of the house. Nothing but talk of clothing, exuberant accessories, and wanting to outdo everyone else around them. Because | never showed any real interest in those topics, | got overlooked a great deal. You know, | spent a lot of my time with the staff because at least | felt like | was learning something useful. They taught me all about working with certain plants and their medical properties.

But when it came to learning about the policies and systems within a pack, | had to do that research on my own." "Did anyone else know that you were studying these topics?" he questioned. | shook my head. "No. They didn't even care to know where | ---- was most of the time," | answered