The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 254 "If anyone is looking for me, I'm going to be in the library for most of the day," | said to him. "When you get a chance, could you pass on the number of Edward's doctor to me, please?" Oliver nodded his head and smiled. "Of course." Why hadn't | thought of it sooner? Surely, there had to already have been some kind of essential oil or serum that worked to lessen the severity of the scars. Something that could better treat the torn tissue around the initial lacerations... For the time being, | set aside my studies in Political Science and changed my direction.

| scanned the bookcases for works on cicatrices, blemishes, and other disfigurements that were a result of an accident. From there, | went about digging through my usual books of natural herbs and remedies. Erik and Thomas made a decent point. Why hadn't | thought to create some sort of oil or serum that could help alleviate some of the tenderness and harsh visible effects of the scars? It's because of those damn memories from that night.

I'd fallen into a nasty cycle of not being able to do anything because all | could focus on was the pain, the looks on their ---- faces, and the sheer trauma that clouded my mind. What I needed was a new purpose-a new project that would drive my focus and attention. | was determined to develop something that could help me and anyone else who happened to be suffering from similar afflictions. Within the hour, Oliver came to the library. He stopped short when he caught sight of the crazy setup | had going on around me.

As usual, there were at least a dozen books stacked around me and this time | had endless notebooks with several paragraphs of notes and citations. "Good God," he commented. He glanced around to see the organized mess I'd created. "You know, I'm sure we could fit one of our smaller cots in here if you wanted." | gave a short laugh and shook my head. "Are you kidding, then I'd never leave," | said jokingly. He reached out to hand me the number of the doctor.

Based on his expression, | could tell there was something else going on behind his eyes "What is it?" "Would you being in here, buried up to your eyes in papers, have anything to do with what Erik and Thomas were talking to you about earlier?" he questioned. ---- "Perhaps..." | gave a small smile. "They actually reached out to give me their condolences having heard about what happened with Isabella and Fiona. And, well, they offered to train me in some self-defense techniques." Oliver nodded his head. "It wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Alexander has been hinting around at the idea for a while now too. Did you agree to it?" "| told them that | needed to think about it more. It's been brought to my attention, rather abruptly, that | haven't been able to properly perform my duties and responsibilities as Luna." "Evelyn, you must know that no one is holding any of that against you. Given the recent circumstances-" "Oliver, | need this," | said, gesturing around to the messy table in front of me. "I need to focus on something that's going to potentially help people and, hopefully, myself.

It may be the only way I'd be able to move on." He lowered his gaze to the floor and took a moment to speak up. "May | ask a direct question?" | raised my brows. "Of course. You know you can always be honest with me." "Don't you think Alexander has a right to be at your side while you're going through this difficult time?"