Chapter 67

ELIZA’S POV The candlelight reflected across the war table, highlighting the drawn battle maps and strategic placements marked in bold ink. My eyes remained fixed on Alexander as he leaned over the table. His brows were furrowed as his fingers moved over the map. His presence was magnetic, like a force that commanded attention, respect. He looked even more gorgeous when he was focused – the furrowing of his brows, his lips pressed into a thin line, the way strands of his hair fell over his face, the way he flexed his muscles. I was in awe. My wolf purred in satisfaction. The sight of him like this was enough to send heat spreading through me. I had to clench my thighs to control myself. He was so effortlessly charming that it hurt to look at him. His deep, steady voice echoed through the tent. We were all exhausted. Still, I couldn’t care less. It didn’t matter how tired I was. I could stand here and look at him all day, no matter how exhausted I was. "We need to secure the eastern fla