The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 104

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 104: Seeing You For The First Time**

[Evelyn’s POV]

“Were you expecting someone else?” Alexander inquired, a knowing smile dancing on his lips.

…Yes… Yes, I was.

In that moment, my mind raced with the image of Michael, that insufferably smug man who thrived on my vulnerabilities. I had dreaded the thought of encountering him, imagining the self-loathing and shame that would wash over me like a cold wave.

Yet, here I was, ensconced in the warmth of Alexander’s embrace, a comfort that felt almost surreal. But beneath the surface, a tide of anguish surged within me, threatening to spill over.

I could sense the playful undertone in his voice, but he was quick to notice the distress that clouded my expression. Concern flickered in his eyes as he scanned my face, searching for the unspoken words that hung heavily in the air between us.

The unbearable ache in my chest began to dissolve, but it was quickly replaced by a flood of emotions I had been desperately trying to contain.

My features twisted in pain, and tears brimmed in my eyes, threatening to spill over. I could see the panic flicker in Alexander’s gaze as he tenderly cupped my cheek, his touch both soothing and electrifying.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured softly, his voice a calming balm. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong.”

I sniffled, shaking my head in a futile attempt to gather myself. “Michael… He… He tried…”

At my words, Alexander inhaled sharply, his arms wrapping around me with a protective urgency. He pulled me into the solid warmth of his chest, his hand cradling the back of my head, tucking me into the comforting curve of his neck. I sobbed, the weight of my fears pouring out in a torrent of tears.

I felt like a wounded creature, trembling and exposed, unable to stop the cascade of emotions that flowed from me. Wounded. Violated.

“Evelyn,” he whispered, his voice laced with tenderness. “It’s going to be alright, sweetheart.”

Through the haze of my tears and ragged breaths, I struggled to articulate the words that clawed at my throat.

“I t-tried to get him to st-stop,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “He w-wouldn’t leave m-me alone.”

I felt the rhythm of Alexander’s breathing shift, a palpable anger simmering beneath the surface. The tension radiated from him, yet he continued to hold me as if I were the most precious treasure he possessed.

Visions flashed in my mind, leaving me momentarily speechless.

“… Learn every single sweet spot you have and make you mine…”

“..I’m already yours…”

A flush of heat crept across my cheeks as my own words echoed in my mind, making my heart race.

Since that one sip of tea, my thoughts had been a jumbled mess, memories fading into obscurity after a certain point. But my body remembered.

It thrummed with a warmth that was all too familiar, a sensation I only ever felt in moments of intimacy. And when I glanced down, I realized with a jolt that I was nearly bare.

Panic surged through me, and I scrambled for the nearest blanket, desperate to shield myself from the reality of what had transpired. Something significant had happened, and I needed clarity.

“Alexander,” I croaked, my voice trembling. “Did… Did we… last night?”

Thank goodness he understood the gravity of my question. This morning could not have been any more mortifying if I had scripted it myself.

He pulled back slightly, enough to meet my gaze. His lips pressed into a straight line, and I could see the gears turning in his mind as he weighed his response.

“No. Well…”

My eyes widened in disbelief. What kind of answer was that?

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