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.

most powerful Alphas in the underworld and beyond, but because he doesn't seem in the least

that he fails to address me directly, I lose more of my nerve. I stand awkwardly in front of him,

Kenwood?" Remington

It's a 99% genetic match for paternity. I can 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

moment. Then, he shocks me again by breathing out

but you look like your mother,"

the glimmer of tears in his eyes. My heart goes out to

she?"

blurt out the first thing that comes

grimacing

years, he knew it would be unlikely that she would be alive, but still-he's clearly bowled

I see the wolf

he asks, his voice

to be the one to

this exchange. I always assumed that whatever happened between my mother and my biological father, it was fleeting,

his life. "How did it happen." It's not a question, it's a demand. His eyes are boring into

than a whisper now. "They said...they said she went fast.

sharply and then turns his head

she been laid to rest?" Remington asks,

sprinkled her ashes in a small, wooded area near our home, a place she loved to go and be with nature. I can take you there if you

minute Remington is vulnerable,