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 together, having our

precisely the same situation. I'm not married to a man

in some ways, seeing my face in those albums, it feels like

to repeat it? Will I, too, find reason to flee from this world, to try everything

or is that too much of a coincidence? For

god, was I going

and

his arms around my

to miss her,

if Hudson could love

because he has it all wrong. I know it's okay to miss her. But that's

am about to try and articulate what I feel when the door

in the doorway, and I know I should

is all this?" Aden asks, crossing his arms over his chest,

but Hudson responds

a hard day, dad," he says.

Aden says, ignoring his son. "Dry your

to stop crying. It's so embarrassing to cry in

breath and try to speak through my

voice low and tinged with the Alpha inside of him. "You've barely eaten

harder

know how to handle me right now. She's on edge

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