The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 83

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
By Sophia Reed

**Chapter 83: The Office Meeting**

In a moment that felt surreal, Alexander found himself utterly speechless for perhaps the first time in his life. The atmosphere in the main hall had been thick with tension, and as he watched Evelyn walk away, his heart sank. He pushed himself up from his wheelchair, panic gripping him like a vice. His eyes blinked rapidly, desperately trying to comprehend the emotional storm that had just erupted.

What have I done?

The realization hit him with the force of a tidal wave. *I think I’ve just broken my wife. That’s what I did. I shattered Evelyn.*

A numbness enveloped him, yet it was not enough to quell the urgency within him to reach out to his Luna. Without a second thought, he began to navigate toward her room, but his path was abruptly blocked by his grandmother, Wendy. Her expression was a storm cloud, dark and foreboding, amplifying the already palpable tension in the air.

“Everyone, return to your duties immediately,” she commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos like a knife. “Nina, take Oliver to the medi-tent for his nose.” Her gaze turned to Alexander, sharp and unyielding. “And you, Alexander, go to your office and wait there. Now.”

The room sprang back to life, the staff moving with purpose, but Alexander felt as if he was trapped in a dream, unable to break free from the horror of what had just transpired. He understood that his grandmother was right; he needed to find a place to gather his thoughts, to cool down. Yet, a part of him rebelled against the idea.

He yearned to find Evelyn, to speak with her, to explain the whirlwind of emotions that had led to his rash actions.

*Who are you kidding?*

Deep down, he knew that she would not want to hear him out. The image of her turning away from him, that last pained look etched into his memory, would haunt him for an eternity.

Her body had trembled with unspoken anger, her lips quivering, and the tears glistening in her eyes had made his heart ache. He had wanted nothing more than to reach out, to wipe those tears away, but the tension radiating from her had been a palpable barrier.

“Alexander, if you don’t head to your office this instant, I will drag you there by your ear. Am I clear?” Wendy’s voice sliced through his thoughts, leaving no room for disobedience.

This was absurd. He was the Alpha of the pack, the head of the Kingston family, and yet here he was, being ordered around. But deep down, Alexander knew he was lost, adrift in a sea of his own making.

With a heavy heart, he turned away from Evelyn’s room, each step toward his office feeling like a betrayal. Once inside, the flood of emotions surged within him, and he felt as if he might drown in them. His chest constricted, waves of pain crashing over him as his mind spiraled into a dark abyss of regret.

What was he going to do? How could he have let his anger cloud his judgment like that? How could he possibly hope to mend the rift he had created in their relationship?

He was so consumed by his thoughts that he didn’t even notice when the door swung open again. It was only when it slammed shut that he jolted back to reality, startled by the sound.

Wendy’s voice pierced through the haze of his despair. “Alright, sit back down and tell me what the hell happened,” she insisted, her tone demanding his full attention.

Feeling the gentle but firm push of her hand guiding him back to his chair, he sank into it, his face falling into his hands as a rough groan escaped his lips.

“It’s all my fault,” he murmured, the weight of his failure pressing down on him.

Wendy raised an eyebrow, her hand resting firmly on her hip. “Yes, I gathered that much,” she replied dryly, her voice laced with a mix of concern and exasperation. “Now, tell me what transpired at the market.”

She couldn’t fathom how things had gone so awry, but she needed to understand, if only to alleviate the guilt gnawing at her own conscience. After all, it was she who had encouraged Alexander to reach out to Evelyn in the first place.

But dear God, had she known it would lead to this, she would have kept her mouth shut.

Wendy regarded him with a blend of frustration and empathy, a familiar sense of déjà vu washing over her.

“I fear that if I try to help you again, you’ll find a new way to screw it up,” she said, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Please, I promise I’ll be careful this time,” he pleaded, sincerity pouring from him.

A brief silence hung between them, heavy with unspoken words.

“Mmm, alright. I will do what I can,” she finally said, her tone softening. “But, Alexander, you must understand this: before, you merely needed to clarify your feelings to her. Now… you need to find a way to undo all the pain and damage you’ve caused. This will take time and a great deal of dedication.”

Wendy settled into a chair across from him, her demeanor shifting as she prepared to guide him through the murky waters ahead.

“There’s a strong likelihood that Evelyn will want nothing to do with you for a while. You cannot rush her, pressure her, or force her to listen to you.”

He forced himself to ignore the ache in his chest, the fear of losing her gnawing at the edges of his resolve.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he vowed, determination igniting within him.

He meant every word. He would move mountains to win Evelyn back. The only flicker of hope he clung to was the belief that, with time, her anger would fade.

*She’s deeply upset now. What she needs is time to cool down. How long could that possibly take, anyway?*