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

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

those albums, it

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

really, 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

going to die young as

into tears again, fear and sorrow and panic

puts his arms around my

to miss her, you know,"

wonder, once again, what it would be like if Hudson

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

I feel when the door opens again, this

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

arms over his chest, taking in Hudson's

crying too hard to answer, but Hudson responds to

just having a hard day, dad," he

your tears and come down to eat before

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

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

his voice low and tinged with

tears start to come harder as

just completely overwhelmed. Even my wolf doesn't know how to handle me

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