Erzen’s POV
Ezren studied his reflection in the glass window of his penthouse. Curling the thirty-five pound dumbbells was harder than he liked it to be. His cheeks were hollow, causing the planes of his face to become sharper even while behind the beard he’d grown out in the hospital.
He lost a lot of muscle in the hospital, along with stamina. He hadn’t been this thin since he lived on the streets. He blew his hair from his eyes, not quite sure if he liked this shaggy, rough look.
While in the middle of his critical appraisal of himself, in waltzed Alpha Anderson. Came to visit him at his request. Ezren grinned from ear to ear, dropping the dumbbells.
“Old man,” cried Ezren.
Anderson walked over and shook Ezren’s hand then hauled him into a hug, patting him hard on the back. Ezren
