Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 31

Chapter 31 Brooklyn

"You want me to do what!?" I all but shriek. Aden is lying flat on his back in the hallway outside my room, gritting his teeth in pain, struggling to get up.

For a second, I feel lost. It's disorienting to see him this way, so helpless. All I've known him as, so far, is the most dominant, powerful criminal I've ever met.

But right now, he is also impatient. Someone is approaching up the stairs, quickly.

"Just get me to your bedroom, NOW," Aden growls, nodding toward the open door of my room, just a few feet away.

I get a hold of myself, moving behind Aden and hooking my hands into his armpits. Then, I heave with all

my might, pulling him towards the open door. Aden is big, and strong, but I am strong, too. He pushes with his feet to speed us along, the best he can offer.

When he's fully in my room, he falls back against the carpet. I shut the door, then slide down the wall, exhausted, staring at him. He's lying on his back, breathing hard.

A few horrible minutes pass when I consider what the hell will happen to me if people discover the Mafia King's dead body in my room.

But, during those minutes, Aden's breath softens. The horrible, crinkled look of pain disappears, and his face takes on its normal lines. He's still sweaty and exhausted, but he was right. It passed.

"Are you...are you okay?" I venture after a few minutes of calm breathing.

he says, voice low, eyes still closed,

Because an Alpha like you shouldn't

heaves himself up to a sitting position, his form imposing once again, then makes eye contact with me at last. "I

it. He shakes his head and

the hair out of his eyes, "something that happens to me sometimes. It's been happening for the past

head back against the door,

my psychology degree taking over before I can stop it. "It was a panic

me, pure annoyance written all over

in my program, that when they're really severe they can present with the intensity of a heart attack." It makes sense. Aden still has an Alpha's heart, but his

feeling sorry for him. I know he's terrifying, I know he took me here against my will, used me as

really been able to see another person in pain and not want to help them. "You know," I say, as gently as I can. "There are

a doctor." His voice is

not daring to let

want to see a doctor," I offer,

"How could

a trained therapist. I wouldn't think you'd forget that, considering it's how we

little. "That still doesn't answer my question,"

this can be a seriously debilitating mental health condition" I try and

me.

with me," he says again. And I should listen. My instinct is telling me to. But my training and my desire to help-push back against my instinct to follow his command. "You have an anxiety disorder, Aden,"

A mental illness? Sissies make those up terms