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.

voice low, eyes still closed, like he's trying

on? Because an Alpha like you shouldn't have heart issues. But I can call

position, his form imposing once again, then makes eye contact with me at last. "I don't need

face that I don't buy it. He shakes his head and looks down-embarrassed, I think-and pauses

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

my head back against the door, putting

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

pure annoyance written all over his

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 mind is

I know he's terrifying, I know he

help them. "You know," I say, as gently as I can.

need to see a doctor." His

my eyes internally, not daring to let

a doctor," I offer, "maybe I could

"How could

I wouldn't think

"That still doesn't answer my question," he says,

debilitating mental health condition" I try

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

now, but it isn't real. He's doing it for show. "An anxiety disorder? A mental illness? Sissies make those up terms so they