The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 255 [Evelyn's POV] | sat back in my chair and let out a long breath. It felt like my stomach had suddenly filled with lead. | could have easily guessed that Oliver would have wanted to bring up the topic of Alexander. After all, he was the Alpha's right-hand man. No doubt, he'd been the one to deal with Alexander's behavior and current mental state. "| had originally told Alexander that he and | needed to talk," | explained. "Granted, we still do.

Although, that was before lan had removed the stitches and | discovered what | remained underneath it all." "Why won't you let him see you without the mask?" Oliver asked. "| get not wanting others to see, but why him? Why shut him out?" The corners of my eyes crinkled from the dejected feeling that came over me. | slowly shook my head. "For the sake of time and lack of energy, I'm going to say that it's purely based on insecurity and leave it at that." Oliver gave me a pointed look. ---- "Alexander is not vain.

He's known to be many things but conceited is not one of them." "What about when it comes to him being honest?" Oliver's eyes widened. "Are you insinuating that he's a liar?" | shook my head. "He's no more of a liar than | am," | stated. "It's true that | had initially agreed to our marriage on the grounds that | knew it would benefit my brother's ongoing treatments. | married him under the fully believable assumption that he was bound to that wheelchair and horribly disfigured. Imagine my shock when | came to discover that none of it was true." This time, Oliver appeared sheepish.

He raised his hand to rub the back of his neck, not knowing what to say. "Alexander had purposely frightened away two other potential Lunas before me. Again, considering the truth that he's not paralyzed, why did he do it? Unless, of course, he had his own reasons for wanting to agree to the marriage..." "I'm afraid that something you're going to have to ask him, personally," he muttered. "| know, Oliver," | said solemnly. | resented the irritable swell of emotion that knotted in my chest. "A big part of me is afraid of finding out the answer to that question. Now, if you'll excuse me.

I'm going to reach out to Edward's doctor. Thank you again for ---- helping me with this." Oliver gave a curt nod before leaving. [Third-Person's POV] Alexander was not in a good place, mentality. He didn't know how to help Evelyn or what to do to help ease her pain. He almost regretted the fact that lan had removed her stitches- at least before, she was still, somewhat, willing to speak to him. But now? Now, it felt as though she were actively avoiding everyone once again.

According to what Oliver had been able to report to him, Evelyn's only motivation for leaving her room seemed to be the greenhouse. It's better than her holding up in that damn bedroom. That godforsaken bedroom that Alexander was one mental breakdown away from being set on fire. He hated the fact that she still refused to move back into the master bedroom with him. He knew Evelyn was suffering from nightmares. How could she not be? The events that unfolded that night were so traumatizing that even he was having a hard time sleeping the whole night ---- through.

He kept seeing horrible, dismal clips of Evelyn lying on that metal table surrounded by a pond of her own blood It was enough to make him jolt out of a dead sleep in a full-out body sweat every time. And he knew he wasn't the only one who was being tormented. Most nights since the near-fatal incident, he could hear Evelyn through the walls. It sent a cold chill through his blood.