The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 335

**TITLE: Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 335: A Mistake**

**Judy’s POV**

What on earth had happened?

Why was Gavin in my hotel room?

My heart raced as I scrambled to gather the remnants of my clothing, fingers shaking uncontrollably as I fought to dress myself. The stark reality of my nudity weighed heavily on me, a clear indication that something had definitely gone awry last night. How could I have let the evening spiral so completely out of control?

The last coherent memory I had was of indulging a little too liberally at the banquet. The loneliness had crept in like a shadow, and the only remedy I could think of was to drown it in alcohol. I had convinced myself that it would calm my nerves and distract me from thoughts of Gavin. Or so I thought, until the moment I awoke to find him lying beside me in bed. Both of us were stripped bare of our clothes, but he had hastily dressed himself as he climbed out of bed, leaving me in a state of utter confusion.

He stood there, a frown etched on his handsome face as he rounded the bed, his eyes finally landing on me sprawled on the floor. His expression morphed into one of deeper concern as he took in the sight.

“What are you doing on the ground?” His voice was laced with fatigue, a hint of confusion mingling with concern.

“First, you need to answer my question,” I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended. I was tugging at the tangled sheets, trying to free myself from their grasp.

“And what question might that be?” he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes as the corners of his lips quirked upward. I could tell he was suppressing a laugh, which only served to fuel my irritation further.

“Why are you in my room?” I demanded, my teeth clenched in frustration. I gripped the bedpost firmly, hoisting myself to my feet and turning to face him, my heart racing.

His eyebrows shot up as he surveyed the room, his gaze flitting back to my face.

“Last I checked, this was my room,” he replied, amusement dancing in his tone, but I found nothing humorous about the situation. When I came to this country to compete, the last person I ever expected to see was Gavin.

Sure, it was customary for the Lycan wolves to attend this competition, but Gavin had never mentioned anything about being here, especially since his rival was the one hosting this year’s event. I had assumed he would keep his distance.

“N… no,” I stammered, my voice wavering. “This is my room.”

I was convinced of it; this was the hotel room I shared with Nan. I had assumed she had chosen to stay out late last night, which left me feeling uneasy about her whereabouts. She had met some others at the hotel and decided to skip the banquet with me. I couldn’t really blame her; social gatherings weren’t exactly her forte. She was accustomed to serving at dinner parties, not participating in them.

I tried to piece together the events of the previous night. I remembered forgetting my room key and needing to ask the front desk for a replacement.

What room had I told the clerk I was staying in?

I blinked, attempting to shake off the fog in my mind, but the pounding headache at my temples made it nearly impossible. Hangovers were the worst, and today was shaping up to be a rough one. Thankfully, it was just a training day, but I had hoped to make a solid impression on my competitors. I wanted them to see me as a force to be reckoned with, and tackling that with a hangover felt like an insurmountable challenge.

I glanced up at Gavin, who was now rummaging through his wallet, producing a card and turning it toward me. The card clearly read: Room 909.

“I’ve had this key since I checked in yesterday,” he explained, his voice steady.

A frown creased my brow as I felt around for my own dress pocket. My fingers brushed against the familiar texture of my room key. Pulling it out, I glanced at the front, and my heart sank; it too read: Room 909.

I turned it around to show him.

“And that’s the card you’ve had since checking in?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Did you even check in? Or did you ask the front desk clerk for my room number?”

His accusation left my mouth agape.

How dare he question my integrity?

I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of a response. My gaze dropped to the floor where my purse lay, and I quickly snatched it up, feeling utterly pathetic in this moment. But I was determined to prove him wrong, to show him that I was more than just a mix-up with a key card.

I dug my phone out of my purse, swiping across the screen until I found the email that confirmed my hotel room.

I clicked on it, my heart racing as I scanned the details. After the hotel had updated my room, they sent a verification email, with Alpha Levi’s name attached since he was covering our stay.

My eyes darted across the email until I found the room number.

Room 906.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

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