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.

underworld and beyond, but because he doesn't seem in the least bit happy to

lose more of my nerve. I stand awkwardly in front

Remington asks,

the paperwork upstairs, and you can have it verified by whoever you want. But, with

staring for a moment. Then, he shocks me again by breathing out a huge breath

like

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

she?" he

at the question, I blurt out the first

say, grimacing

be

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

his voice

be the one to tell him. "I

mother and my biological father, it

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.

say, my voice hardly more than a whisper

and then turns his head away, gathering himself

laid to rest?" Remington asks, not looking at

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

so fast I nearly get whiplash. One minute Remington is vulnerable, trying to hide his sadness,