Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Brooklyn

Blood rushes to my face, and I know it has to be bright red. How the hell did she know?!

"Oh my god," she says, leaning forward, all eagerness. "Is he!?"

"No!" I protest, stabbing at my eggs more with my fork. "He's —"

Whatever I was going to say is drowned out by Jolie's roar of laughter.

Jolie means well, but she's not great at filtering her responses. She's always been over the top, and that's part of what makes her great. That she's so unapologetically herself.

But it also is part of what makes her not so great at times.

Like right now when I want to melt into the tiled floor.

"Come on, Jolie," Dad says sternly after a few moments of her laughing and watching my embarrassment. "I'm sure this young man is a great guy." He looks at me then, a little pity in his eyes. "Like she says, he's just a gentleman.'

"Okay, okay." Jolie wipes away tears of mirth. "I just want more for our Brooklyn baby! You deserve passion in your relationship, as well as respect and...book talk, or whatever you do." She shrugs. "I'm very happy," I mutter, finishing my eggs as quick as I can.

"Come down to the club with me." Jolie reaches out and takes my hand. I can tell that she's trying to make amends. "I'm not working tonight, and we can go have some fun! We'll get free drinks, and you can meet the girls! Plus, maybe we can find you some hot, sexy wolf or some broody vamp willing to...show you the ropes."

at various clubs as an exotic dancer. Not cheap sleezy

she whines. "We'll get you more in touch with your body, get your blood flowing." She dances

has such a bubbly personality, it's hard not to want to go wherever she's

finishing my

scooping up her plate and mine. "You

Dad on the shoulder as I head into the living room. He picks up his paper, eyes already on the sports section. He flips

It would be so much more exciting than watching all of these weak humans

moved on from the conversation now that Jolie is talking about

first got started in her profession, I wondered if it bothered Dad. But

doing precisely what she wants, so why not go

herself, why should I care if she dances in

strong, willful she-wolf, and I won't stand in

the memory, grateful yet again for

get more in touch with my body and my instincts. My cheeks grow red for

iel

channel that Dad watches every night calls Aden Kenwood the Werewolf Mafia King-or just "the Wolf King

dirty

front of a tech company in

a great boss. Still another... God, is that

packs wanting to form and make him their Alpha. It appears he

hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through the results, trying to match what I'm seeing here with the man I met in the prison the other

Jolie flops onto the couch, grabbing the