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.

and beyond,

narrows his eyes at me before looking back at Aden. Every moment that he fails to address me directly, I lose more of my nerve. I stand

this for real, Kenwood?" Remington

slowly. "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

nods and returns his gaze to me, staring for a moment. Then, he shocks me again by breathing out a huge breath of air and

you look like

heart goes out to him then. He's

she?" he

I blurt out the first thing that

grimacing

it would be unlikely that she would be alive, but

impassive mask he had when he entered the room, but I see

asks, his voice

to tell him. "I was young-I had just turned

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 it happen." It's not a question, it's a demand. His eyes are boring into me, ready to

say, my voice hardly more than a whisper now.

nods sharply and then turns his head away, gathering himself

has she been laid to rest?" Remington asks,

place she loved to go and be with nature. I can

whiplash. One minute Remington is