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.

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

I lose more of

Kenwood?" Remington asks, a threat

"We did a test. 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 at

he shocks me again by

you look like your mother," he

falls open when I see the glimmer of tears in his eyes. My heart goes out to

she?"

blurt out the

say, grimacing inwardly at my

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

the impassive mask he had when he entered the room, but I see the wolf flashing in his eyes, howling in pain. I bite my lip,

his voice coming out raspier than

sorry to be the one to tell

and my biological father, it was fleeting, that she

is not acting like she was a mistress at all. She's acting like she was the love of his life. "How did

hardly more than a whisper

then turns his head away,

where has she been laid to

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, trying to hide his