The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 253 [Evelyn's POV] "You want to train me?" | asked dubiously. God, even repeating that out loud sounded insane. | stared back at the two soldiers with a puzzled look, not knowing what to say in return. Nevertheless, they both nodded their heads and gave me expected looks. "Many of us back at the camp think that you have a lot of potential," one of them said. | couldn't stop myself from pulling a doubtful expression. "No offense to the offer, but | don't think I'd make a very good soldier," | said passively.

"As you can see, | don't exactly handle the repercussions of pain very well." The two men shared a light chuckle and shook their heads. "You misunderstood us, Luna." "We have no intention of ever putting you in armor, much less letting you handle a weapon." "We were thinking more on the lines of self-defense. Mainly, ---- hand-to-hand combat training. By building up those sorts of skills, it's going to give you a better sense of control." The tension in my shoulders partially subsided. "Really?" | asked. "Absolutely," they said.

"You'll be able to better control things like anger, fear, energy and focus." | bit the inside of my cheek. It sounded like the perfect thing | needed because right now, | was struggling to deal with every single one of those issues in my life. "The only thing is..." His voice trailed off. "What?" The two soldiers shared a look before turning back to face me. " You won't be able to wear the mask while you're training." My heart slumped in my chest. | should have known there would be a catch to such a perfect opportunity. However, it made sense.

While the mask provided the coverage | needed, it had horrible blind spots, Just the idea of thinking | could still have it on while training would only make things harder. "Oh. Well..." "If it makes you feel any better, we can guarantee you that you ---- won't be the only person there with scars." It really was a tempting offer. "You know, that I'm thinking about it," one of them hinted. "I'm surprised that you haven't tried to find some kind of serum to help with those kinds of injuries." My eyes widened in shock. "He's got a point," the other soldier chimed in.

"You have a knack for working with plants and their medicinal properties. Everyone is still raving about the tea. There hasn't been a single head cold outbreak since the winter started." My heart jumped into my throat. Granted | was never one for easily accepting any sort of praise, but it warmed me to know that what I'd been doing made some kind of a positive impact. Maybe | wasn't ailing as a Luna... Oliver's firm tone sliced through the air. "Erik! Thomas! Return to your posts.

Alexander will be addressing the group momentarily and your attendance is mandatory." Ah, so those were their names. Erik. Thomas. | felt sheepish not having asked them their names at the beginning of the conversation. Unlike Liam's pack, or even my family's, Alexander's pack was tripled in size. It was my job and responsibility to know each and every person. ---- Just knowing that | couldn't even address these men by their names, made me feel like a failure. That's it. | can't let myself wallow in my self-pitting nonsense anymore!

| will not fail this pack the way that Samantha is actively failing her own. "Erik. Thomas. Thank you for your offer," | said. "I'm going to give it some serious thought. But, right now, there's something else that | need to do." They both tipped their heads down and smiled. | wished them a good rest of their day and immediately turned on my heels. As | made my way back into the house, | passed Oliver.