The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28

[Evelyn’s Perspective]

For a fleeting moment, Alexander and I drifted into a quiet, almost sacred space that felt entirely our own. When I revealed the necklace that had once belonged to my mother, his attention was immediately captured. The intricate craftsmanship and delicate details mirrored the necklace he possessed, and I could see the fascination in his eyes.

The tension that had thickened the air between us moments before simply dissolved, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. Without a word, he extended his hand toward me, as if silently requesting permission to examine the necklace more closely. I hesitated for only a second before gently placing it into his open palm.

His voice was so low, I almost missed the question he whispered, “How is this possible?”

There was a subtle shift in his expression—the faintest lift at the corners of his lips, forming a smile that seemed almost wondrous. A warm surge of pride blossomed inside me, knowing I had sparked that rare softness in him.

His eyes held no doubt about my story. Yet Fiona, standing nearby, was desperate to find any angle to twist the situation to her advantage.

“Oh, come on,” she spat venomously. “That has to be a fake! Alexander, you know I would never disobey your orders. Can’t you see this girl is nothing but a manipulative schemer, after your money and your position? You have to listen to me—”

“Enough!” Alexander’s voice cut through the room like a blade.

Fiona froze instantly, her body stiffening as wide eyes betrayed her fear. Her face was a mask of uncertain dread.

With calm precision, Alexander returned the necklace to its box. “Thank you, Evelyn,” he said quietly.

Taking that as my cue, I carefully tucked my mother’s necklace away and stepped back a few paces. Alexander maneuvered his wheelchair forward, crossing the room to fix a piercing gaze on Fiona.

Having been on the receiving end of that chilling look, I understood exactly what she was feeling. It was terrifying. And now, caught in the web of her own deceit, she had nowhere left to run.

“I don’t understand why you two have gone out of your way to make things difficult for Evelyn,” Alexander began, his voice steady but firm. “But let me be clear: this will not be without consequences.”

Fiona’s face drained of color, turning ghostly pale. “Alexander, you can’t seriously believe her. She’s nothing but a wild—”

Alexander’s teeth clenched tightly. “Fiona, I’m suspending you from entering these grounds for one month.”

Her lower lip quivered, anguish written all over her face. “B-But—”

“One month,” he growled. “You’re to return to your own pack immediately. Consider yourself lucky. If your role in this pack weren’t so crucial, I would have made the punishment ten times worse. I don’t want to see you near here again. Is that understood?”

Tears welled up in her eyes. Without another word, Fiona spun on her heel and fled the room.

With that matter settled, I was eager to leave the camps and return to the house. But just as I reached for the door, Alexander’s voice stopped me.

“Wait,” he said, his tone gentle but insistent. My body froze. “Stay. I think we should talk.”

Talk? I felt awkward but pulled an empty chair close to him, settling down with a slight flush of embarrassment after everything that had just transpired.

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