Chapter 62

ALEXANDER’S POV The moment Eliza stepped into the tent with her companions, my gaze followed her involuntarily. It wasn’t intentional, nor was it something I had control over. She commanded my attention like a force of nature. I had this strong irresistible pull that left me helpless against it. I had never felt like this towards anyone before. Honestly? I never thought I could. The feeling I had for her was genuine and so strong that it made me scared sometimes. Her movements had this grace about them. Everything she did was calculated, yet there was an exhaustion in the way she carried herself. My eyes trailed down to her shoulder, and there, I saw an injury. Not only that, but there was blood. It was a fresh wound. I couldn’t help but feel concerned at the sight of it. My wolf was restless, demanding I protect my mate. The sight of her injured made me want to kill whoever did this to her. Damn it, Eliza. She had been pushing herself too hard again. It wasn’t surprising—she was stubb