Chapter 44

Aisha's POV The moment I stepped into the hospital room, I saw Simon sitting by the window, arms crossed, his jaw clenched in that way it always did when something was bothering him. But what caught my attention more than his brooding expression was the untouched tray of food beside him. "You haven't eaten," I said, narrowing my eyes as I stepped closer. He glanced at me, then back out the window like he hadn't heard. "You can't keep skipping meals. You've got too much on your plate already." I crossed my arms, determined to stand my ground. "Alpha or not, even you need to take care of yourself." He turned slowly, his eyes locking with mine. "Is this the healer speaking," he said with a smirk, "or the woman who likes bossing me around?" "Both," I shot back. "Now eat." He huffed a laugh but didn't argue further. There was something in his eyes, though, something softer. Like he liked me fussing over him more than he'd ever admit out loud. Emma entered just in time, holding another tray.