The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 252 It made exiting in the Kingston Pack almost impossible. What was worse was that I seriously felt like | was neglecting my responsibilities as Luna A few days had gone by since | nearly clawed out Samantha's face. | had no idea what became of her or Liam since | walked out of that meeting. | should have at least tried to inquire about it from Oliver. God only knew that Alexander wouldn't have made the interaction easy if | were to have asked him. Yes, | knew it was childish to try and avoid him. Hell, | was the one who first suggested that the two of us talk.

Yeah, but | didn't think that having lan remove the gauze and stitches was going to make my life exponentially harder to deal with! | had to learn to live my life as | always had just within the mask that | now wore. That one morning with Samantha's unwelcome presence, was merely a trial run as to how | was going to continue onward. Only a select few saw me in the mask the first time. | knew that if | was going to get used to this new idea, | was going to have to be somewhat active again. | avoided the dining room at all costs and went about prepping my own meals in the ---- kitchen.

No one stopped me or even tried to interact with me. It hurt. But | couldn't blame them. Seeing me in that mask didn't exactly give off a warm and friendly energy. And | still believed it was better than walking around with my scars visible. My days were mostly spent outside around the greenhouse. At the very least, it was peaceful and | didn't feel like | was constantly under someone's curious gaze. That morning, I'd made myself a strong cup of tea and headed straight through the back patio.

As | took my usual route down to the greenhouse, | noticed | was being approached by two of Alexander's soldiers. held my tea close and stopped walking. | fought back the urge to turn around. "Yes?" | asked. "Evelyn, a majority of the camp has heard about what happened to you at the Silverwood Estate," one of them said softly. My stomach lurched as he went on. "We want to extend our condolences on the matter and hope that your recovery continues to go smoothly." The corner of my mouth lifted upward. "Thank you," | whispered.

---- | felt my cheeks flush under their gazes, "You're probably wondering what the hell I'm doing wearing Alexander's mask." "The thought may have crossed our minds," the soldier said jokingly. For the first time in what felt like ages, | laughed. It was a weak laugh, but it made my insides flutter with ease rather than dread. "You see, most of my injuries have already healed. It's just that | ended up being badly scarred from the attack and I..." Both soldiers shook their heads. "You don't need to explain yourself to us.

Not everyone has an easy time accepting the pain and the hurt." "Take it from us," the other said. "Most of the other soldiers are covered in marks and scars. It doesn't make you any less of a person." "He's right. If anything, all they do is tell a story." All kept hearing was Wendy's words echoing in my mind. "You were the target of several people's rage and hatred. You know what else that makes you? A survivor." "You're right," | told them. "There's actually something else we wanted to talk to you ---- about," they said. "Sort of like an offer.