Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 29

Chapter 29 Brooklyn

I realize, suddenly, that although Remington is my real father, I am terrified of him.

That if this is what he's like the first time meeting his daughter, then I can't imagine the kind of things my mother must have gone through. The moods she must have experienced, the cruelty, enough to make her pack up and leave him, to give up everything she'd ever known to keep me away.

And yet here I am, in the place she was so desperate to leave behind.

I know I didn't have a choice. I know Aden threatened Stephen and Jolie. But somehow, I wish I could have fought harder against all of this.

"You cannot hurt him," I say through gritted teeth. "He let me go."

"That doesn't change the fact that he stole you in the first place."

I clench my fists by my side. How much denial could a person be in? Stephen didn't steal my mother. She ran. And that's Remington's fault, not his.

something I'd deeply regret, Aden's voice rings out behind me, cool and calm. I close my eyes in relief at the sound, remembering he is still right there. I know, deep down, he won't

chose to be an Alpha. He didn't cast it aside. Aden is beneath him in rank, but he isn't

pact is going to hold up, after all these years. Your daughter is engaged to my son." He nods at Hudson, who steps forward. "I anticipate that the wedding will be swift, within the next few months, if it

growl is low in his throat. I can only imagine how

engaged, when you just found her yesterday?"

already dating, actually." No mention, conveniently, of the fact that we broke up well before

his father, and then over at mine, and suddenly realize that this was always the plan. To give Remington back his daughter and claim her as

finger was never really about our engagement. It was a way to mark me. To show clearly who I belonged

than anything:

must be in

am suddenly so angry I could scream. It doesn't matter what I want, whether or not I want to marry Hudson. Because Hudson, too, is a player in this game, moving me around like the pawn that I am, even though he is a

say so, against my

between the three of us. His eyes are still wary, like he's playing along, waiting to see how all of this plays

to me and I see his face soften. Truly, he is a man of many moods

the eve of her engagement to an organization, a family, worthy of my own pack." He takes both my hands in his own, kissing them quickly. When he releases me, I give him a small smile, though inside I am twisted and confused. Then, I surprise myself by

say in a rush, before I