ALEXANDER'S POV
As the sunrays hit the tent’s entrance, I found myself unwilling to move.
I didn’t want to break the serene moment of watching Eliza sleep in my arms. Her lashes fluttered slightly against her cheeks and she breathed softly.
With the sunrays highlighting her face, she looked ethereal—like something crafted from the deepest desires of my soul. My wolf purred in satisfaction.
He loved the fact that we were so close to our mate.
I brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, tracing the gentle curve of her jaw with my fingers.
She shifted slightly, nuzzling into my chest as if seeking the warmth she knew only I could provide.
The sight of her, so peaceful and vulnerable, filled me with a feeling of protectiveness. I would burn the world down before lettin
