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.

the most powerful Alphas in the underworld and beyond, but because

address me directly, I lose more of my nerve. I

for real, Kenwood?" Remington asks, a threat behind his

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 his word. "Why would I

his gaze to me, staring for a moment. Then, he shocks me

but you look like your mother,"

open when I see the glimmer of tears in his eyes. My heart goes out to him then. He's a

is she?"

out the first

grimacing inwardly

face falls minutely. Surely, after all these years, he knew it would be unlikely that she would be alive, but still-he's clearly bowled over

to arrange his face in the impassive mask he had when he entered the room, but I see the wolf flashing in his eyes, howling in pain. I

asks, his voice

the one to

by this exchange. I always assumed that whatever happened between my mother and my biological father, it was fleeting, that she was more of a mistress than

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 are boring into me, ready to hang on my

hardly more than a whisper now. "They said...they said

and then turns his head

to rest?" Remington asks,

loved to go and

so fast I nearly get whiplash. One minute Remington is