Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Brooklyn

"Kenwood," the shifter says, not smiling. Aden accepts the hand, shaking it.

"So glad you could come, Remington," is all Aden says, before resting his hands at his sides again. He's clearly making space for Remington to take the lead.

But for such a powerful Alpha, Remington seems unsure of what exactly to do. He doesn't make eye contact with me, merely nodding his head in my direction. "So. Is this her?"

Aden nods, putting a hand between my shoulder blades.

There. I can feel it. That connection, that power between us. Whereas until now I've found it unsettling, in this moment, it gives me strength.

Encouraged, I raise my chin and shift my shoulders back, willing my father to look at me. I am not here to be ignored. I am not a horse at auction. Though from the way he is behaving, I all but expect him to pull money out of his pocket and start examining my hooves.

"Remington," Aden says, his voice strong and clear, "this is Brooklyn Knox. Your daughter."

My biological father.

After all these years, here he is, standing right in front of me. And none of this is making any sense.

of the most powerful Alphas in the underworld and beyond, but because he doesn't seem in the least bit happy to see

me directly, I lose more of my nerve. I stand awkwardly in front of him, and Hudson quietly takes my hand, giving it a

for real, Kenwood?" Remington

show you the paperwork upstairs, and you can have it verified by whoever you want. But, with that kind of proof..." He spread his hands out, hoping Remington takes him at his

Then, he shocks me again by breathing out a huge breath

like your mother," he

to him then. He's a solid rock of a man, but I can see that

she?"

at the question, I blurt out the first thing

I say, grimacing

he knew it would be unlikely that she would be alive, but

his face in the impassive mask he had when he entered the room, but I see the wolf flashing in

asks, his voice coming out

sorry to be the one to tell

always assumed that whatever happened between my mother and my biological father, it

is not acting like she was a mistress at all. She's acting like she was the love of his life. "How did it happen." It's not a question, it's a demand. His eyes

a whisper now. "They said...they said she went fast. No

sharply and then turns his head away,

laid to rest?" Remington asks, not looking

small, wooded area near our home, a place she loved to go and be with nature. I can take

Remington is vulnerable, trying to hide his sadness, the next