Ava's POV
"No" I repeated for the hundredth time.
"Sweetheart, I'm fine. See," to emphasize his point, he lifted a two hundred pound weight with a finger.
While lowering the weight to the gym floor, I could see him grimace and played it off with a smile. I knew that he was still in pain, because I could feel it.
"You're going to hurt yourself" I exclaimed, grabbing ahold of the weight and putting it on the floor. I looked up at him with displeasure and worry etched across my face.
"I don't need your help" he snapped, turning away from me.
I knew why he was acting like that. He was the all-mighty alpha, feared by all. He was used to doing everything for himself. I guess he didn't want anyone to see him in pain, or thought that he was weak. But he had to understand that no matter what
