Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Brooklyn

I sit there sobbing on my bed, when I hear the door creak open. Hudson's dark head appears. "Brooklyn?" he calls, hesitating. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," I say, wiping at my eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asks, pressing the door closed and coming to sit next to me on the bed.

I nod, sniffing and working to contain myself.

"Just...looking through old pictures." I gesture towards the album.

Hudson picks it up and leafs through it.

"Wow," he says, looking between me and the woman on the page. "Brooklyn, she looks just like you."

"I know," I say, my eyes wide. "Obviously, I remember what she looks like, from when I was a kid, but...I didn't realize I'd grown to resemble her so much."

He nods, still leafing through. Then he looks at me. "I can see how this would be hard for you. I never, ever go through my mom's old albums."

I nod, reaching out a hand for his, understanding.

Life can be so hard, especially when you've lost a parent. It's a fine line between wanting to remember them and missing them so horribly that all you want to do is run from the feeling.

hand and we both

I'm not married to a man I clearly love, having borne his

seeing my face in those albums, it feels like it's all

world, to try everything I can to leave it behind and build a new life in

killed her? Was it just a car accident, or is that too much of a coincidence? For a Don's bride to be killed so shortly after she

going to die

burst into tears again, fear and

his arms

okay to miss her, you know,"

if Hudson could love me the way I want someone to

because he has it all wrong. I know it's okay to miss her. But that's not what I'm

to try and articulate what I feel when the door opens again, this

the doorway, and I know I should stop

arms over his chest, taking in Hudson's morose expression and my

crying too hard to answer, but Hudson responds to

day, dad,"

for dinner," Aden says, ignoring his son. "Dry your tears and come down to eat before

sniffing again, working hard to stop crying. It's so embarrassing to cry in front of someone like

speak through my tears.

are hungry," Aden says, his voice low and tinged with the Alpha inside of him.

tears start to come harder as

overwhelmed. Even my wolf doesn't know how to handle me right now. She's on edge

the anger in his face turn into something else worry, pity, even fear. "Stop that!" he yells, pounding a fist against the wall. Hair is starting to sprout on the back of his hands, and