The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 284 "Believe me, although you got a little wobbly at the end there, it's good to see that you still have that fire in you?" | turned back to glance at him with a questionable look. "Fire?" The two shared a knowing look with each other. "We, uh, heard about what happened with your Stepsister." "Word always travels fast around here," Erik commented. " Rumor has it that you were able to pin Samantha against the wall by her neck." She curved her shoulders inward on herself.

"Yeah, | may have also threatened to carve her face up with a shard of glass I'd broken from a picture frame." Thomas chuckled. "It's nice to know we have a badass Luna." Erik rolled his eyes, "What we're getting at, is that we know you have the drive for this sort of thing. It just needs to be properly controlled." "How long is that going to take?" she asked. "That depends," Thomas said. "How deep does your rage go?" Oh God. ---- The majority of the morning, Erik had Evelyn set up in front of one of the punching bags so that she could practice keeping her form.

By the afternoon, both he and Thomas suggested that Evelyn take a break and move back over to one of the mats. "Alright now, the second main thing we're going to tackle today is seeing how you handle your defense." She stood up alittle straighter. "Does this mean you're going to start throwing punches at me?" Erik gave a smooth chuckle and shook his head. "Not quite. What Thomas is going to do is he's going to take his stance on the opposite side of the mat and face you.

The object of this exercise is to knock your opponent to the ground while you stay on your feet." "But how am | supposed to do that?" she asked. "Thomas is clearly stronger than me." "Yes, which is why you're permitted to do whatever is necessary to knock me off my feet," Thomas confirmed. "Let's see if that punching bag has done you any good, yeah?" Evelyn's eyes widened. Her whole body went rigid. "Wait, what? No. No, Thomas, | can't hit you." "Yes, you can." ---- "No. | can't," she pressed. "I'm sure that once you get past the first few throws, you'll be able to-" "Thomas, stop!

You're not hearing me." Evelyn shook her head and ran a hand through her tangled hair. "I can't hit you." She tore her eyes away from him and stepped off the mat. Hurrying her face in her hands, she let out a frustrated groan. "Look, the only reason why | was able to do what I did to Samantha was because | hold a deep-seated hatred toward her. At the time, | wasn't even thinking clearly. All | knew was that | wanted her to feel what they made me feel. Afraid. Powerless. Weak," she explained. "Surely, you know that Alexander had stopped me before | could do any real damage to Samantha.

He was right to do that. If he hadn't | would be living with the guilt of having done something so horrible to another person." "Even if the other person deserves it?" Thomas questioned "No one ever deserves it," she said quietly. "I appreciate all the time you two have given me, but maybe...Maybe I'm just not cut out for this." "| don't think that's true," Erik said. "You're just not used to it, yet." "Why don't we call it a day? Get yourself cleaned up and give ---- your hands a rest." Evelyn nodded her head and offered a small smile in return.

She left the tent feeling worse off than when she'd first entered it.