The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 122 Apparently, Michael was dangerous-potentially dangerous. Yet, he never showed any signs of hostility or malice toward me. That should have been questionable in itself. As uneasy as | was, | needed to keep a cool demeanor. "Michael, hello," | greeted. "'d ask what brings you here, but | sort of have this feeling that you tend to come here quite often if I'm not mistaken," he lightly chuckled. A slight blush touched my cheeks. "You're not wrong, of course." | held my arms to my chest to bring some sense of security to myself.

But, Michael was quick to decipher that something was off with me. "Are you alright?" he asked. Another wave of pain crashed through me. His soft tone of voice was really getting to me. Why was it that Alexander, my own damn husband, wasn't able to speak to me like this but an apparent psychopath could?! "Oh, I'm fine," | claimed. "I just... Think | may be overworking myself." ---- | really, really didn't want him getting any more involved with my personal life within Alexander's pack. If he was some unknown enemy, then | needed to keep my guard up. Michael gave me a concerned look.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "How's the new tea blend coming along? Have you harvested the rest of the hibiscus yet?" Again, what the hell?? This man wasn't even a remotely prevalent person in my life. We'd literally met by coincidence in this exact place several days ago and, yet, he spoke as though we'd been friends for years "Not yet. I've got a few late bloomers that have been holding me up a little. I've just felt so behind is all. Since the last batch had to be tossed, I've been feeling guilty for all the delays that keep coming up.

Winter is here and people are bound to get sick if they're able to help their immune system." hadn't realized | was rambling until Michael reached out and gave my arm a light shake. "Evelyn, first off, you will get everything, eventually, sorted and then your shipment will be back on track as they were before. It's not as though you've been slacking on this. I'm sure everyone knows that you're working diligently to fix the ---- problem," he explained.

"Secondly, and most importantly, you are not responsible for every single person's health and well- being." "Lam when | am the Luna of my pack," | said insistently. Michael clicked her tongue. "Fair point, | suppose. But that does not mean that you are also responsible for everyone outside of your pack." | shrugged my shoulders alittle and lowered my gaze to one of the nervy tables. "No, | guess you're right." | could feel his gaze searching over me like he was trying to find some hidden message. "There's something else that's bothering you isn't there?" he inquired.

| bit the inside of my cheek and hastily shook my head. "No. Not that I'm aware of," | claimed. Michael continued to eye me warily but said nothing. | didn't want to bring any cause to make him feel suspicious of me. | swiftly changed the topic. "So, what brought you here?" | asked. "I thought you said things were going well with the use of the chamomile." ---- Thankfully, | could tell Michael visibly relaxed with my inquiry and graced me with a bright smile. "The chamomile, as | mentioned before, is still working out rather well.

I'm actually here for something that could aid with sleep." My brows perked up. "Oh, really?" He gave me a cheeky smile. "Would you happen to have any suggestions for me?" | couldn't stop myself from smiling back. "As a matter of fact, try "Evelyni!" A deep voice called out, causing my blood to run cold.