Alpha Enzo by Ls Barbosa

Chapter 133

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“Do you want to eat something?” I asked Ashton whose eyes were fixed on me for a moment.

“I am not very hungry, mama.” He said, making me frown. His eyes were bloodshot red, and I knew for fact that it wasn’t lack of sleep. I put my hand on his forehead and frowned when I felt how hot his head was.

“Hmm, you have a fever.” I said, lifting my son in my arms. I knew to stay quiet, not wanting to worry him. I put him on his bed before taking his shirt off as I brought over his ointment.

Enzo walked inside the room, clearly sensing his son’s distress and shook his head in question at the sight.

“He has a fever. He is going to need to get some medicine, but I want to rub this ointment to help him relax. His muscles would most likely be aching, it is one of the reasons why I want to be sure to relax them.” I said, and he nodded.

“Do you have the medicine or do you need me to send the men?” Enzo asked, putting his hand on Ashton’s forehead.

find the medicine there.” I said, and he nodded. He did as told, and when he opened the bag, the man fraze for a moment before shaking his head and pulling the medicine out of the bag to hand to me. Along with it was a picture of the two of us being

first picture that we took when we were making things official between us as a husband and

his words would, and it took

vill son.

you at least eat the biscuits that you like? I know that you are tired but mama can’t give you any medicine

to, mama.” He said,

how would my boy be healing and growing strong to protect his mama if he doesn’t eat?” Enzo asked, his voice more gentle than it has ever been as he spoke to our boy. I looked at him, thankful for what he was doing, and he smiled. “A bite is not going to be too

moment before nodding, choosing to give in. Enzo sat on the edge of the bed behind me, and put

I said. He leaned in, taking me by surprise, before he kissed my shoulder

“You’re welcome.” He whispered.

the dressing room where I kept his favorite snacks. The last thing that I would do is allow him to have too many of them, and sometimes that meant that hiding them would be the better option. Especially when I knew that he

to vomit, at this point, this was the last thing that I needed when I knew that I couldn’t take him to a hospital and that the pack infirmary team chose to find their way

trust them even if

deep breath. I nodded, calming myself down, knowing not to force him. He knew what he would be able to digest

Chapter 133

I said, and