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.

my hand and we both sit quietly together, having

the same situation. I'm not married to a

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

I really doomed to repeat it? Will I, too, find reason to flee from this world, to try everything I can to leave it behind

accident, or is that too much of a coincidence? For a Don's

I going

tears again, fear and

puts his arms around my

her, you know,"

be like if Hudson could love me the way I

all wrong. I know

articulate what I feel when

I know I should

his chest,

but Hudson responds

a hard day, dad," he says.

your tears and come

again, working hard to stop crying. It's so embarrassing to cry in front of someone like Aden, who always has it together-but

take a deep breath and try to speak through my tears. "I'm not -" Hiccup. "Hungry."

hungry," Aden says, his voice low and tinged with the Alpha

come harder as he yells

doesn't know how to handle

pity, even fear. "Stop that!" he yells, pounding a fist against the wall. Hair is