The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 251 [Eveny's POV] | left the drawing room without sparing any of them a second glance. It was with a mixture of unbridled anger and my own sense of shame that | tore myself away. | needed to leave. | needed to get away from Samantha and Liam before | could do anything else. My emotions were scattered and far too unpredictable for even myself to control. | had no doubt that both my hands were sore and very likely torn from having smashed that picture frame. Yet, | was still too numb to feel any of it.

| pressed a hand to my chest to bear down on the pain that swelled around my heart. Deep down, | knew | wasn't ready to face Samantha. But out of the three, she was the one who did the least amount of damage-physically speaking. Of course, that didn't excuse her guilt in the situation. She was just as guilty and responsible as the rest of them. What frightened me the most was that | was fully prepared to carry out my initial intentions. Had Alexander not stopped me, | would have very likely taken that shard of glass to Samantha's face.

---- The darkest, most chilling parts of my mind, parts | didn't know existed, wanted to make her feel the pain that | felt. | wanted her to have to live in the same torment. One thing | hadn't accounted for was just how heavy the mask on my face felt. It was as if | was bearing the weight of my situation as well as the reputation Alexander had placed behind it. I needed a break. The pressure on my chest made it increasingly difficult to breathe "Evelyn!" Hearing Alexander call after me made the pressure in my chest double. | refused to stop moving.

All | wanted to do was return back to my room so | could finally remove the mask. But Alexander was persistent. "Evelyn. Evelyn, stop! We need to talk," he said demandingly. "| don't have it in me to do this right now," | told him briskly. | suddenly felt the familiar pull of his hand wrap around my forearm, causing me to stop. | turned to look over my shoulder and glared "I said we need to talk," he stated. ---- | was oddly surprised to find that there wasn't a single ounce of anger in his expression but rather worry.

| could see his eyes were mainly lingering over the piece that was partially covering my face. Now that | thought about it, | hadn't considered asking him if | could use it or not. "I told you, | don't have the energy to talk right now." "Take off that mask," he ordered My throat grew tight. "No." | could see the anger starting to rise in him. With whatever strength | had, | roughly pulled myself out of his hold and made off toward my room. | made my strides wider in hopes of getting there quicker. "Evelyn, | will not let you hide yourself this way!" he shouted.

" Goddamnit, stop!" The moment I reached my room, | swiftly closed the door and locked it behind me. It wasn't long before | felt the harsh thud of his hand banging against the panel "You're out of your mind if you think | can be stopped by a single fucking door!" he cursed bitterly. | sucked in a sharp breath and shouted back. "You break down that door and | will leave this house!" ---- Alexander didn't try to open the door, or even knock after that. Although, I heard him let out a long, defeated sigh "This isn't over," he grumbled. | didn't like fighting with Alexander.

It was the last thing | wanted to do given all that's happened. But at the same time, | couldn't bring myself to let go of the awful feelings that haunted me.