The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 63

**TITLE: Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 63: Deep Thinking And Party Planning**

**Evelyn’s POV**

Since the day I finally triumphed over my illness, I had been living in what felt like a surreal dream—a dream so sweet and enchanting that it was almost unbelievable. Yet, beneath the surface of this blissful facade, my mind was a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts, each one vying for my attention, and I struggled to grasp which one deserved my focus the most.

The realization that Fiona had been the architect of the chaos surrounding the tea mixture gnawed at me. I felt like I was caught in a storm of emotions, and it didn’t help that Alexander and Oliver had taken the time to sit down with me, patiently unraveling the tangled web of events.

Anger bubbled within me—no, it was more than anger; it was a fierce, almost murderous rage. How dare she, a supposed medical professional, deliberately sabotage my work and put countless lives at risk?

“She’s a goddamn medical professional!” I exclaimed, my voice laced with a furious intensity that echoed in the quiet room.

Alexander, ever the calm presence, reached for my hand, his fingers wrapping around mine in a gentle yet firm grip. His touch was a lifeline amidst the storm of my emotions. “I know you’re upset, Evelyn,” he said, his voice soothing. “But just think, it could have been ten times worse.”

Oliver chimed in, his tone serious yet understanding. “It’s true. If you hadn’t taste-tested the tea mixture, we would have never known it had been laced with Belladonna in the first place.”

“Exactly,” Alexander continued, his gaze steady and reassuring. “Oliver was the one who first brought it to my attention. You were never the intended target, Evelyn. Fiona’s goal was to tarnish your reputation and undermine the pack’s credibility.”

The weight of his words settled heavily on my chest. “Oh my God,” I whispered, the realization crashing over me like a wave. “You’re right. This whole situation could have spiraled into something catastrophic. Anyone with a compromised immune system, even children, could have succumbed to the effects of Belladonna.”

Oliver let out a long, troubled sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, we’d be facing endless lawsuits, police investigations, and likely imprisonment.”

The gravity of his statement made my heart race, and I couldn’t help but flinch at the thought. Alexander’s fingers brushed against my chilled skin, a silent promise that the danger had passed, that we were safe now.

In that moment, I was transported back to that morning when I first emerged from my illness. Alexander had held me tightly, enveloping me in an embrace that made me feel like the most cherished treasure in the world. At first, I had questioned whether he intended to hold me so closely. But then, as if drawn by an invisible force, his hands had ventured over the gentle curves of my chest, igniting a spark of excitement within me.

My stomach twisted and fluttered as I recalled the way his fingertips had grazed over my breasts—God, how I craved more! So much more.

Yet, a flicker of panic surged through me. It would have been so easy to lean into him, to confess how desperately I wanted to feel him between my thighs. But our relationship was still a delicate dance, and I sensed that Alexander was grappling with his own struggles, particularly his sleep deprivation. I wasn’t entirely sure if his desires were truly aimed at me or if they were simply a byproduct of his exhaustion.

But for that fleeting moment, he had made me feel like we were a normal couple, basking in the warmth of each other’s affection. And then, in a twist that left me utterly speechless, Alexander declared that he intended to celebrate my birthday.

Stunned, I could hardly process his words. A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I recalled the way my family had treated me throughout my childhood. But the warmth of the people around me made it difficult to dismiss the conversation.

Once breakfast concluded, Alexander announced that he would be retreating to his office for most of the day, intent on catching up on the work that had piled up during my illness. Meanwhile, Nina and Wendy were practically buzzing with excitement as they approached me, eager to dive into the details of the party planning.

“So, who are we thinking of inviting?” Nina asked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Is there anyone specific you want to be there for the celebration?”

My mind went blank, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy surrounding me. After my recent visit home, I had come to the painful conclusion that reaching out to my relatives was futile. Wendy wouldn’t need convincing to exclude Isabella and Samantha after their altercation at the Luna gathering.

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