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.

and we both sit quietly

the same situation. I'm not

ways, seeing my face in those albums, it feels like it's all happening, all over again—

everything I can to leave it behind and build a new life in hiding? Would it

really, killed her? Was it just a car accident, or is that too much of a coincidence? For a Don's bride to

I going to die young as

into tears again, fear and sorrow and panic flooding my

arms

okay to miss her, you know," he

wonder, once again, what it would be like if Hudson could love me the way

shake my head because he has it all wrong. I know it's okay to miss her. But that's not

try and articulate what I feel when the door opens again, this time without

is standing there in the doorway, and I know I should stop

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

hard to answer, but Hudson responds to him with a

day, dad," he

son. "Dry your tears and come down to eat

It's so embarrassing to cry

to speak through my tears. "I'm not -" Hiccup. "Hungry."

says, his voice low and tinged with

tears start to come harder as he

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

face turn into something else worry, pity, even fear. "Stop that!" he yells, pounding a fist against the wall. Hair is starting to sprout