The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

[Evelyn’s Perspective]

I couldn’t recall the last time I had slept so deeply, so completely. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from my chest, leaving me warm and utterly secure. For a fleeting moment, I imagined myself back in my old bedroom, wrapped in the familiar comfort of my past. Yet, the dull ache lingering in my limbs reminded me of the previous day’s ordeals, and I had absolutely no desire to rise just yet.

Slowly, I stretched out my arms and legs, savoring the softness beneath me. A quiet sigh escaped my lips as my body sank back into the plush surface, reluctant to leave its cozy embrace.

Then, breaking the tranquil silence, an unfamiliar sound caught my attention. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the window shades. The room was still cloaked in early morning shadows, with only thin strips of sunlight creeping inside.

Lifting my head cautiously, I tried to pinpoint the source of the noise.

“Mmhh,” I heard softly.

A shiver raced down my spine, and my heart skipped a beat. The soft, warm surface I’d been resting on all night wasn’t just a mattress—it was Alexander. The realization sent a wave of shock through me, and my bottom lip trembled involuntarily. I bit down gently, as if to steady myself. Had I truly been sleeping on him the entire time?

Despite his strong, muscular frame, Alexander had been the most comfortable pillow I could have asked for. Of course, I doubted he would share the same sentiment about being used as a human cushion.

Carefully, I began to lift myself away from him, determined not to wake him. A sudden cool breeze brushed over my skin, causing me to shiver. Already, I missed the warmth his body had provided.

Glancing down at myself, I nearly gasped aloud. My eyes widened in disbelief as I realized how exposed my chest was. Heat flooded my cheeks at the thought that Alexander had felt the weight of my bare skin pressed against him all night.

As I continued to disentangle myself from him, I noticed his mask had shifted slightly. From where I sat, I could see the side of his face usually hidden beneath the mask—the side that, according to what I’d been told, had been badly injured in the accident. But now, that side looked completely normal.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Unable to resist, I reached out silently toward the mask, which was barely clinging to his cheek. Alexander must have sensed my movement because his eyes snapped open suddenly.

My stomach fluttered wildly. I rolled back gently, trying to hide the flush of embarrassment spreading across my face. Alexander frowned slightly, as if wishing to turn over and catch a few more moments of rest. If I had any sense, I would have quietly excused myself and left him to sleep.

Instead, he blinked away the weariness and slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position.