The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 167

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 167: A Breaking Point**

[Evelyn’s POV]

My heart raced, and I felt as if my eyes were about to pop out of my head as I stared at Alexander, who was gaping back at me, utterly speechless.

Was he serious right now?!

I couldn’t help but notice the intense glare in his eyes as I desperately searched his face for any hint that this was some kind of joke. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t.

A wave of raw anger surged through me, igniting a fury I couldn’t contain. I sprang up from the chair, my hands slamming down on his desk with a force that echoed in the silence of the room.

“And just what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I hissed, my voice low and dangerous.

Alexander narrowed his eyes, his stoic demeanor unwavering. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising a single brow in challenge.

“I saw how the two of you were interacting earlier,” he noted, his voice tight with tension.

My brows knitted together, and confusion twisted my features into a mask of bewilderment.

“And?” I pressed, my heart pounding. “He was just telling me about Edward’s health records.”

“That’s not all that was going on,” he replied coldly, his tone like ice.

I narrowed my eyes, defiance sparking within me. “Well, then please enlighten me as to what else you think you saw.”

A low, menacing growl rumbled from his chest, sending a chill down my spine.

“Don’t test me, Evelyn,” he snapped. “That guy looked like he was just waiting for the right moment to reach across the table and touch you.”

“What?”

Was I even sitting at the same table he was referring to? Was I truly with the same man?

Henry was everything a doctor should be—respectable, informative, and compassionate.

Suddenly, a realization struck me like lightning. I recalled the way Alexander had glared at Henry when they first met. His skepticism was almost instinctual, but I had noticed the subtle way he had sized Henry up, his glower unmistakable.

Alexander is…jealous.

I could hardly wrap my mind around it. Why on earth would he feel that way? How could someone like him, with everything he had, possibly experience jealousy?

He had it all—success, striking good looks, a physique that could rival an Olympian, and the unwavering respect of both the pack and the public.

Yes, Henry was young and undeniably attractive, but there was no reason for me to see him in any light other than that of a ‘professional.’

I shook my head gently, trying to dispel the absurdity of the situation. “You’re being ridiculous, Alexander,” I muttered, frustration lacing my words.

“Oh, so I’m just supposed to sit back and not get annoyed when some random guy can make my Luna laugh and smile while you won’t even spare me a passing glance?!” he shot back, his voice rising in agitation.

“I was being polite,” I replied, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me.

“You were willing to drop your guard for him,” he accused, his tone sharp.

My heart raced, and I swallowed hard, trying to push past the lump forming in my throat. “He’s a doctor! He wanted to offer his professional opinion—”

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