The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 78

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 78: Seeking Advice (Part li)**

[Evelyn’s POV]

Perched on the edge of my seat, I felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety, my heart racing as I awaited Wendy’s next words. This moment was the very reason I had sought her out.

In a house filled with people, Wendy was the one I believed would hold the key to understanding Alexander better than anyone else. Sure, there was Oliver, but I had little faith that he would ever share any insights into Alexander’s true feelings.

I had come to terms with the reality that Oliver and I would never share a close bond. It wasn’t something that kept me awake at night; after all, this was a man who had aimed a gun at me more than once without a second thought.

So, no, Oliver was definitely not an avenue I could explore.

“Well, what is it?” I urged, my voice tinged with impatience.

I despised how desperate I sounded, but the urgency within me was too overwhelming to ignore.

“He wants to keep you away from Michael for several reasons,” Wendy explained, her tone measured. “First and foremost, he believes that Michael is unpredictable, and he wants to keep you safe.”

A wave of disappointment washed over me, and I sank back into my chair, feeling deflated.

Alexander’s voice echoed in my mind, sharp and accusing.

“Because I have reason to believe that he’s the one responsible for that fucking car accident all those months ago!”

The weight of his words pressed down on me. It was a bold accusation, yet as I reflected on the complex history between Alexander and Michael, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Alexander might be onto something. Knowing the animosity that had existed between them, Michael certainly had the motive.

A chill crept up my spine, unsettling and cold. If that car accident had been orchestrated, it meant that Alexander had been marked for death from the very beginning.

Someone had been trying to kill him. And that someone could very well be Michael.

If Alexander were out of the way, Michael would have the chance to seize the position of Alpha. The very thought sent a jolt of horror through me.

How could Michael even contemplate harming his own stepbrother?

I was always the first to admit that Samantha and I had our share of conflicts. We fought and bickered like any typical sisters, but I could never fathom her wanting to end my life over something as trivial as a title. It was madness.

The memory of Alexander’s frantic eyes flashed before me, and bitterness surged within me again. Why couldn’t he have just opened up? Why couldn’t he have shared his perspective, allowing me to understand the situation better?

“Wait a moment. You mentioned there are several reasons Alexander might want to keep me away from Michael. Besides safety, what else could there be?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

Wendy leaned forward, pouring herself another cup of tea, her movements deliberate.

“Well, the only other reason that comes to mind is the possibility of jealousy,” she said, her voice steady.

I was grateful I hadn’t taken another sip of my tea, for the shock nearly made me choke.

Jealousy?!

The mere idea was laughable. I couldn’t help but let out a small, incredulous laugh. It was utterly absurd. There was no way Alexander could be jealous of Michael when it came to me.

I was hardly the type of girl who inspired jealousy in men. Isabella and Samantha had made that abundantly clear over the years. Yet, even in his current state, Alexander was still a remarkable catch for any woman who looked beyond the surface.

And perhaps, if he shed that pointless mask he wore, everyone would see him for the handsome man he truly was.

It wasn’t common for her to roam the main areas of the house. Besides sharing occasional meals with the family, she preferred to remain in her own space, careful not to interfere with Alexander’s plans and responsibilities.

When Alexander first ascended to the role of Alpha within the family, Wendy took it upon herself to mentor him, imparting crucial lessons that shaped him into a strong and capable leader.

Yet, there was one lesson she had failed to teach him: how to make a woman feel valued and whole, whether intentionally or not.

Wendy had a vague awareness of the struggles the young couple faced. Their marriage was unconventional from the start, complicating their efforts to build a solid foundation.

But she had observed that Alexander and Evelyn were making strides, navigating their challenges at their own pace. She believed they could overcome any obstacles that lay in their path.

Unfortunately, the most daunting challenge one could face was often oneself.

With a fierce determination etched on her face, Wendy navigated the hallways, her steps purposeful as she approached Alexander’s office. She didn’t bother to knock, her focus unwavering, indifferent to the possibility of interrupting a meeting.

Some matters took precedence over others.

She flung the door open and stepped inside, her gaze landing on a bewildered Alexander.

“Grandmother? Is there something—”

“Yes, there is.” She turned her attention to Oliver, who wore a similar expression of confusion. “Oliver, you’re needed elsewhere. Please leave.”

Without a word, Oliver exited the room, leaving Wendy to confront Alexander. She kept her tone steady, though the urgency behind her words was unmistakable.

“You and I are long overdue for a conversation,” she declared firmly.