Alpha Enzo by Ls Barbosa

Chapter 142

Alaria:

I didn’t even know whether or not I was dreaming, but I was, I didn’t want to wake up.

The way he spoke, his voice, his pain, and his anger. I heard it all, and though I wanted to open my eyes for him, I couldn’t.

And when I could, he was already leaving.

“Enzo…” was I all I could muster. My voice was groggy, and the pain that I was in was not one that I could describe.

My brother, my own blood, had betrayed me.

I killed my own brother. He would have killed me, and that made the whole thing even more painful.

“Alaria?” He whispered, rushing back to my side. He took my hand in his, and tears fell from his eyes. For the first time since I met him, I saw him cry.

He kissed my hands as if the idea of them moving, of me opening my eyes seemed surreal to him.

“You’re awake,” he said, and though in pain, I nodded.

“I’m awake,” I whispered, and he smiled. “Ashton?”

“He’s fine, he’s waiting for you to wake up. But he is okay,” he said. Tears welled up in my eyes and he wiped them for me. He sat on the edge of the bed beside me, and I shook my head. I was grieving, the idea of my mother being part of this also played in my head. She wasn’t there, at least I didn’t see her, but I couldn’t help but find myself doubting everything that I ever believed in

he squeezed my hand gently as

want to be found as she claims that she has nothing left

of.”

“His mate…”

here to fight, at least, I don’t think that she was. Either way, I don’t want you worrying about that,” he said, making my stomach churn. “I’ll go and get you

going to talk

his eyes. He didn’t respond, and I couldn’t help but find myself aching as I tried to process everything that happened and how things have

back in

around him as he Enzo helped him get on

have ever seen in them, and I couldn’t help but find myself regretting the fact that

fact that I killed his

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me, but that was a guilt

and I kissed his cheek before he pulled away. “Alonso,

looked at Enzo for a moment before looking at me. “Please, I want to go to my

*Alonso…”

bring her head back. She said that only you would bring her head back. You didn’t bring it back, she took her

Enzo as he spoke, and tears formed in my eyes. “I want to go to my room,

at least explain to you what happened?” I asked,

thought that you love me, but you did not. You called me a d e f ore, but you said

show you I did what I have.” I said, extending my hand to him. Ashton kept his eyes on me before Enzo, despite

screamed so loud that Ashton jumped in fear. I squeezed my son’s hand. I couldn’t

at Ashton to get up from the bed, and watched as Enzo put Alonso in Ashton’s place. He fought,