Chapter 35
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[Third–Person’s POV)
Alexander couldn’t exactly put his feelings into words at that moment. As he gazed down at the delicate form of his Luna, he was
struck with several conflicting emotions.
He was still, somewhat, angry at her for being so neglectful toward her own needs. But that anger melded into concern real quick
when he caught sight of just how exhausted she truly was. He felt defensive of her earlier behavior toward him when Claire was
there to take her measurements.
The more his thought lingered, the more he was able to understand that what she was feeling was anxiety and, perhaps, a bit of
self–consciousness.
His theory was clearly proven when he noticed the types of books that were towering around her. They were all about etiquette
and how one should properly carry themselves in and out of the house. Alexander could briefly recall what few lessons he was
taught when he was young.
The very thought was enough to make him cringe.
No one gets very far in life when they’re told to sit back and be quiet.
Better still, he knew that Evelyn was going to soon be surrounded by a bunch of other Lunas who were properly taught how to
carry themselves out in public society. Obviously, the dress wasn’t enough to give her the confidence boost she needed.
Alexander had a hard time imagining Evelyn reposed and quiet. It wasn’t as though he thought she was ill–mannered, she just happened to have the ability to speak out when it came to some kind of injustice. And as far as her appearance went…
Evelyn was normally put together. Although, in this instance, he couldn’t exactly say the same. Her clothes were disheveled and her hair was wildly sticking out of the bun she’d originally put it up in.
She was a mess but Alexander had never seen her look more relaxed and at peace since she’s officially moved into his home.
There was an easy delicateness about her features that he had a hard time pulling his eyes away from.
Why can’t she look this relaxed all the time?
Of course, Alexander was wise enough to know the answer to that question. The likelihood of Evelyn ever appearing calm and tranquil while awake was slim to none. She was always on her guard, even more so whenever the two of them happened to share
the same space.
He was used to people fearing him, if not feeling heavily intimidated in his presence. But did that necessarily mean that he
wanted his own wife to feel that way too?
Alexander was wary, yes. He was deeply skeptical of Evelyn’s decision to basically shackle herself to his side–hell, he’d put her through various trials to see if she was true to her word. And thus far, she had been.
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When he saw Oliver reach out to Evelyn, something in the back of his mind snapped. From what he could personally attest to,
Alexander would consider himself to be a strong fighter, a fierce strategist, and a ruthless competitor.
But what many didn’t fully realize was that Alexander Kingston also happened to be insanely possessive. No one was allowed to
touch what essentially belonged to him. It didn’t matter that he and Oliver had known each other for several years, he fully
trusted the man with his own life.
But the mere thought of anyone touching his Luna was unthinkable. Without a second thought, he stopped Oliver from moving
any closer.
“No,” he whispered tightly.
The Beta gave him an objective look. “Sir-”
“I’m taking her back myself,” he said quietly.
Of course, Alexander knew the risk of handling Evelyn back to their room. She could wake up at any given moment and discover
the truth about his actual physical state. He watched her breathing pattern and looked for any signs of possible disruption.
She’s completely out cold.
Without any further delay, Alexander bent down and curled his arms under Evelyn, lifting her out of her chair. Her limp form
pressed into his firm chest; her head lolled to the side until he carefully pulled her closer and let her press into the crook of his
neck.
