Chapter 83

[Third-Person’s POV]

For the first time, maybe ever, Alexander was at a loss for words.

When he, and everyone else, watched Evelyn leave the main hall, he stood up from his wheelchair and in a full-blown panic. His eyes were blinking frantically as his mind tried to process the scene that had just unfolded.

What the fuck had he done??

I think I’ve just broken my wife. That’s what I did. I broke Evelyn.

Alexander felt numb but enough to stop him from trying to get to his Luna. Without thinking, he started to make his way toward her room but was swiftly stopped by his grandmother.

Wendy wore a menacing scowl that caused the tension in the room to double. She spoke with a chilling calmness that caused a disturbing chill to race down his back.

“Everyone, get back to your initial duties. Nina, please take Oliver to the medi-tent for his nose,” she directed firmly. “And you, Alexander, go to your office and wait there. Now.”

Everyone jumped back into action around them. Nina and Oliver left and the rest of the staff went about their business.

Alexander knew that his grandmother was right to send him off to a private place where he was able to properly cool down and think over everything. But the other part of him didn’t want to listen.

He still wanted to find Evelyn and try to speak to her. He needed her to hear him out and give him a chance to explain why he acted so rashly.

Who the hell are you kidding?

There was absolutely no way that she would want anything to do with him. That last look on her face before she turned her back on him was a vision that was going to haunt him for a long time.

Her whole body was shaking; her lips were trembling. The tears in her eyes made him want to reach out and wipe them away. He could see the anger and tension her muscles were holding in while she tore him to pieces.

“Alexander, if you do not head to your office this instant, I will drag you there by your ear. Am I clear?” Wendy questioned tightly.

This was insane. He was the Alpha of the pack, not to mention the head of the Kingston family, and he was being told what to do. Oh hell, who was he kidding? Alexander had never felt so lost.

As much as it pained him, he turned to head in the opposite direction of Evelyn’s room and made it toward his office. Once he was inside, all the blood came rushing to his head and his chest constricted with numerous waves of pain.

His mind was reeling with dozens of thoughts—none of which were positive. What the hell was he going to do? How could he let his anger get the better of him like that? How on earth were his and Evelyn’s relationship going to recover from such a horrendous blow?

Alexander hadn’t even heard the door open for a second time as he was too lost in thought. It was only when the door slammed shut did he get pulled from the recesses of his mind.

Wendy's voice came out shrill, demanding attention.

“Alright, I suggest you sit back down and tell me what the hell happened,” the older woman insisted.

This time, Alexander felt the push of Wendy’s hand guide him over to his chair. He let himself fall into his seat while his face fell forward into his hands.

He let out a rough groan and shook his head.

“It’s all my fault,” he muttered.

Wendy raised a single brow and placed a hand on her hip. “Yes, I very much gathered that,” she said dryly. “Tell me what happened when you got to the market.”

Wendy couldn’t fathom what could have gone wrong. But she needed to know. Mainly because she felt somewhat responsible. After all, she was the one who basically hyped Alexander into reaching out to her in the first place.

But good God, she would have never prompted him to talk with her if this was how it was going to end.

Alexander let out a long, defeated breath. “I got to the market and I looked around for Evelyn. It reached a point where I thought she may have returned home but much to my pleasure I did find her. I found her talking to, none other than, Michael. Smug bastard.”

Wendy pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

“Please tell me that you did not lose your mind over the fact that the two of them were merely talking,” she said darkly. “I had a hard time trying to understand what Evelyn was saying before. She mentioned something about Michael asking her a few questions, but was that all?”

Alexander felt the shame coursing through him. “Michael noticed me before Evelyn had. He gave me this devious, knowing look. It was like he was mocking the fact that he was standing there with her.”

“He was taunting you.”

“I really thought that Evelyn had gone out of her way to meet with him because I’d told her not to.” He slowly shook his head. “Grandmother, I feel horrible.”

“As I suspect, you should.” He lifted his head to glare up at her where he was met with an honest shrug. “You know it’s true. Why try to even deny it? I’ve never seen Evelyn that upset before.”

“I fear that I’ve broken her.”

“Perhaps, not that severe.” Wendy pointed out. “But I will note that you’ve certainly done quite a bit of damage to the relationship between the two of you.”

Relationship? What relationship? Alexander might as well have eviscerated what was left of the growing feeling between them.

Letting his anger slip like that, Alexander ended up showing a lot of his hidden colors. Evelyn claimed to have been humiliated but, in truth, he didn’t notice anyone else around them. Even in his most distressing frame of mind, Alexander only ever saw her.

“What do I do?” he asked out loud. “It’s hopeless now, isn’t it?”

Wendy stared at her grandson with a mixture of frustration and sympathy. It didn’t take long for that sense of déjà vu to come racing back.

“I fear that if I try to help you again, you’ll find a new way to screw it up,” she said through pursed lips.

“Please. I promise, this time, I will take great care in not messing up,” he promised.

A short pause passed between them.

“Mmm, alright. I will do what I can,” she told him. “But, Alexander, you must understand this. Before, you merely had to clarify and explain your feelings to her. Now...Now, you need to find a way to undo all the pain and damage you caused her. This is going to take time and a lot of dedication.”

Wendy finally sat down in one of the chairs across from him.

“There’s a likely chance that Evelyn will have nothing to do with you for a while. You cannot rush her, pressure her, nor force her to merely hear you out.”

He forced himself to ignore the ache in his chest.

“I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Alexander meant it. He would do anything to get Evelyn back. The only thing that was giving him any form of hope was knowing that her emotions were likely to lessen as time went on.

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