The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 119 [Third-Person's POV] Alexander knew that he had inherited his lethal death glare from his grandmother. It was a look that could have been trademarked because when it was used everyone in the general vicinity knew that it meant things were about to go down. It wasn't often that Alexander was on the receiving end of such a look; however, he had a pretty good feeling that he was about to find out why his grandmother had chosen to pay him an unexpected visit. "Why don't you sit down?" Wendy gave him a feigned look of surprise. "My, my.

And here | thought you'd lost all of the manners | had instilled into you." She took a seat in one of the chairs across from him and leveled her gaze "'m not going to draw this whole thing out because, frankly, | don't wish to waste the remainder of my afternoon having to speak to you on this particular matter," she said coldly. Alexander raised his brows. Oh, yeah, Wendy was mad. Obscenely mad. ---- He sat back in his chair and nodded for her to go on and explain.

"| know that Rena left a mark on you." Alexander parted his lips to speak but was immediately stopped by a pointed finger from the older woman. "Don't interrupt." She cleared her throat and resumed. "Now, as | was saying. | know that your relationship with her has caused you to lock your mind and your heart away for many years. It gave you the drive you needed to become the Alpha you are today. But what you keep seeming to forget is that you're no longer living in the past." Alexander's feeling of puzzlement returned. He folded his arms over his chest. "I'm well aware of that." "Are you?

Because it looks to me as though you're doing everything in your power to push Evelyn out of your life." His confusion shifted to frustration. His feelings toward her have been nothing short of mind-numbingly aggravating for the last week. Anytime he considered approaching her, he was instantly reminded of the staggering encounter they shared back in the greenhouse. "'m aware of the confrontation the two of you had the other day," Wendy remarked. "It was a conversation," he pointed out. "I'd hardly call it a' confrontation'." ---- "Really?

If that's the case, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to bring your basic intelligence into question as well as your behavior. Evelyn told me about how you 'confronted' her in the greenhouse. You demanded that she never speak or be around Michael." Alexander scoffed. "Yes, a request that she blatantly refused to acknowledge." "She refused to do so because you failed to give her a proper explanation as to why," Wendy huffed. "Honestly, when the hell have you ever done anything that was of you where you didn't question it?" Shit...She had a point.

Alexander knew that Evelyn was a strong, independent thinker. It had become one of the many things he learned to admire about her. Yet, what right did he have to be audaciously shocked when she had openly said no to him? His brows furrowed into a grimace. "I'm trying to keep her safe." Wendy's tone softened. "I know that, dear. All you needed to do was explain to her the situation in full." He fought back a sneer. "It's not as though she would have believed me." ---- She shook her head. "You know she would have if you would have just told her the truth.

Instead, you left her confused and angry. And then to top it off, you've been purposely avoiding her for days, Alexander. | know that you are stubborn, but sometimes you can act like a real ass." In truth, did she seriously think that she was just going to come around to the idea of being ordered what to do?