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."

and coffee shops, Jolie has been a night owl, working at various clubs as an exotic dancer. Not cheap sleezy places, either, but really high-end ones where they respect her work as a kind of

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

it's hard not to want to go wherever

about it," I say, finishing my plate. "I've

up her plate and mine. "You work way too much. Have some fun,

head into the living room. He picks up his paper, eyes already on the sports section. He flips a page

would be so much more exciting

from the conversation now that

profession, I wondered if it

Jolie from doing precisely what she

he had said, "as long as she respects herself, why should I care if she dances in a

she-wolf, and I won't stand

at the memory, grateful yet again for such a good

open a search engine. My mind drifts to Jolie's idea that I should get more in touch with my body and my instincts. My cheeks

iel

the results. The news channel that Dad watches every night calls Aden Kenwood the Werewolf Mafia King-or just "the Wolf King sometimes, to appeal to the human demographic and

his dirty deeds

a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the

businesses, with employees suggesting that he's a great boss. Still

there are reports and articles about packs wanting to form and make him their Alpha.

in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through the results, trying to match what I'm

flops onto the couch, grabbing the laptop out of