Chapter 85

ALEXANDER’S POV As soon as Maya lay defeated on the ground, I could see that her pride shattered before the entire camp. A satisfied growl rumbled from my wolf. We were pleased that Eliza had left no room for doubt—this was her rightful place. She was strength, she was fire, she was unstoppable. I was so proud of her. My mate was strong. I watched her with so much pride in my chest. My warrior. I wanted nothing more than to cross the distance, sweep her into my arms, and tell her how fucking incredible she was, but we had been forced to keep our distance. Now? Now there was no reason to hide. The council dispersed. As everyone left, I could hear the murmurs of admiration spreading through the ranks. Eliza had proven herself in the best way possible. The Mystic Corps had seen her strength with their own eyes. There was no more opposition to her authority. No more doubt. I turned on my heel, moving swiftly through the rows of tents until I reached hers. I didn't bother knocking. I steppe