The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 162

**Chapter 162: A Proposition And A New Drive**

[Evelyn’s POV]

“You want to train me?” I asked, skepticism lacing my voice.

Even the mere act of vocalizing that thought felt utterly absurd. My gaze flickered between the two soldiers, a mixture of confusion and disbelief etched on my features. What could they possibly see in me that warranted such an offer?

Both men nodded earnestly, their expressions filled with an expectation that I found hard to comprehend.

“Many of us back at the camp believe you have significant potential,” one of them stated, his tone earnest.

A doubtful frown creased my brow.

“No offense intended,” I replied, my voice steady yet tinged with uncertainty, “but I really don’t think I’d excel as a soldier.” I gestured vaguely, indicating my frailty. “As you can see, I’m not exactly equipped to handle pain.”

The soldiers exchanged amused glances, their laughter lightening the atmosphere.

“You’ve misunderstood us, Luna,” one of them clarified, his voice reassuring.

“We have no intention of putting you in armor or handing you a weapon,” the other added, shaking his head.

“We were thinking more along the lines of self-defense,” he continued. “Mainly, hand-to-hand combat training. Developing those skills will help you gain a better sense of control.”

Gradually, the tension in my shoulders began to ease, a flicker of curiosity igniting within me.

“Really?” I questioned, my interest piqued.

“Absolutely,” they affirmed in unison. “With this training, you’ll learn to manage emotions like anger, fear, energy, and focus.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, contemplating their words. It felt like a glimmer of hope in the midst of my chaotic life. Right now, I was grappling with all those emotions, and the thought of gaining some control over them was undeniably appealing.

“The only thing is…” His voice trailed off, leaving an air of suspense.

“What is it?” I pressed, my curiosity deepening.

The two soldiers exchanged a meaningful look before turning back to me. “You won’t be able to wear the mask while you’re training.”

A heavy weight settled in my chest. I should have anticipated a catch to such an enticing offer. Yet, as I mulled it over, it made sense. The mask, while providing coverage, also created significant blind spots. Training with it on would only complicate things further.

“Oh. Well…” I stammered, grappling with the implications of their condition.

“If it helps ease your mind,” one soldier added, “we can assure you that you won’t be the only one there with scars.”

Their words were tempting, the offer tugging at my resolve.

“You know,” one of them continued, a hint of mischief in his tone, “I’m surprised you haven’t sought out a serum or something to help with those injuries.”

My eyes widened in disbelief.

“He’s got a point,” the other soldier chimed in. “You have a real talent for working with plants and their medicinal properties. Everyone is still raving about the tea you made. There hasn’t been a single head cold outbreak since winter began.”

A rush of warmth flooded through me. Although I was never one to easily accept praise, it felt gratifying to know my efforts had made a positive impact. Perhaps I wasn’t failing as a Luna after all.

Suddenly, Oliver’s authoritative voice cut through the air. “Erik! Thomas! Return to your posts. Alexander will be addressing the group shortly, and your presence is required.”

So, their names were Erik and Thomas.

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