The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 286 That same, familiar pair of hands that had a high tendency to hold me close at night, came to wrap around my waist. My head tilted to the side as Alexander gathered most of my hair onto one of my shoulders. It was hard to believe that there was once a time when he and | weren't like this. The thought of him seeing me in such a vulnerable state would have surely | felt the soft press of his lips against the side of my neck. His low baritone sent chills down my spine. "Tell me what happened at training." "I'm just not cut out for it," | muttered. "There's more to it than that.

Come on," he coaxed. He slowly began to work more of the tension out of my shoulders. "Erik and Thomas had me set up in front of one of the punching bags for a while. When it came time to move over to one of the mats, they wanted me to start throwing punches at Thomas. |...I just couldn't do it," | huffed. "I know, | know. It sounds stupid." "It's not stupid," he said. Alexander grabbed the body wash off the shelf and lathered up the loofa. He gently gilded it over my ---- skin, "Don't think of the lessons as trying to make you into some kind of violent entity.

| can assure you, that's not it." | whirled around to face him. "Then what is the point? | keep being told that it's to help me defend myself, but what use are the lessons if | can't even manage to throw a punch at someone?" | asked with a pout. "Maybe we're just going about it the wrong way," he noted. | shook my head. "If you think drawing out my rage is what's going to help, I'm telling you right now that I'm not continuing this." "Your rage?" "Yes," | stated. "Erik and Thomas mentioned the time when | had Samantha by her throat. | know what | almost did to her.

| remember the fear and the anger that was burning through me. It's not a feeling that | can just channel on a whim." Alexander slowly nodded. "Will you consider giving it another chance?" | let my gaze fall. "I don't know." The following day, | seriously debated about heading back to the training tent. | figured it was just wise to put the whole thought ---- out of my head for the time being After breakfast, | made my way back to the greenhouse to check on the other elements | planned on adding to the serum.

Back during my excessive research in the library, | had read up on the benefits of working with Rosehip Seed oil | wasn't entirely sure how much time passed before | heard a light knock on the door. When | turned my head | saw that it was Thomas. "Hello, Thomas," | greeted lightly. He smiled and tipped his head down. "Evelyn, would you please come back to the training tent?" | bit the inside of my cheek. "I'm not sure it would be worth anyone's time if | did," | admitted. "Trust me," he said.

"We've talked it over and decided we're going to try a different approach." Why did that sound familiar? | narrowed my eyes and begrudgingly followed behind Thomas. | shyly glanced around the camp until we made it to the tent. | waved to Erik and stopped dead in my tracks when my eyes fell 'on to the other person who'd been waiting. "Alexander?" ---- He graced me with an encouraging smirk. "We're going to pick up where you left off yesterday," he said. "Go stand on the mat."