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.

we both sit quietly together, having our

not married to a man I clearly love, having borne

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

try everything

what, really, killed her? Was it just a car accident, or is that too much

god, was I going to die young

tears again, fear and sorrow and panic flooding my

arms around my

her, you

again, what it would be like if Hudson could

shake my head 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,

and I know I

asks, crossing his arms over his chest,

crying too hard to answer, but Hudson responds to him with

just having a hard day, dad," he says.

his son. "Dry your tears and come down to eat

so embarrassing to cry in front of someone like Aden,

my tears. "I'm not -" Hiccup. "Hungry." Is all I

voice low and tinged with the

tears start to come harder

doesn't know how to handle me right now. She's on edge with

a fist against the wall. Hair is starting to sprout on the back of his hands, and his wolf is rippling dangerously