Chapter 95

ELIZA'S POV When Alexander publicly declared me as his mate in front of the entire military camp, I felt relieved. The heavy weight that had hung around my heart, the constant need for secrecy, lifted in an instant. I no longer had to hide the fact that Alexander was mine—or rather, that I was his. I could feel my wolf rejoicing at the idea of staying by his side, knowing that we no longer needed to hide. But that was the thing about war—it had a way of shattering moments of joy. The aftermath demanded all our energy. Supplies needed distributing, the wounded required immediate treatment, and the battlefield itself, littered with the remnants of chaos, needed clearing. There was no time for anything but duty. And so, even with the excitement of having my bond with Alexander publicly acknowledged, the hours drifted by, and I found myself buried under responsibilities. Alexander and I barely saw each other. Our meetings were reduced to quick moments, stolen conversations between duties,