Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 49

Chapter 49 Aden

I storm into the dining room, where the table is set for four.

I sit down hard in my chair at the head of the table, waving at the place settings on either side of me. "Remove these," I tell the waitstaff, barely getting the words out due to my frustration. "Have Hudson's and Brooklyn's plates sent up to Brooklyn's room. They'll take their supper there."

The staff don't think I can see them giving each other worried looks as they silently do as they're told. No matter. They do not concern me right now.

The chef comes out next, looking around the room.

"Sir?" he asks, his French accent heavy in the word. "Will you be dining alone?"

"Apparently," I say, angry that Jayde isn't here, either.

What would it take to get some respect in this house? It's times like this I wish I had actually become the Alpha I was born to be, to be able to compel people to do as I wished.

To compel Brooklyn to stop crying.

"Please bring out the meal," I grit out.

The chef nods, impassive, and heads back into the kitchen.

A few moments later he appears again with the first course salmon tartare with a small side salad and a freshly sliced French baguette.

the warm bread, slathering it with butter as I sit back in

them from going

tonight, sitting there in her

to scare her out of it by pounding on the

of bread, angry with

at the way my feelings had so much

up those stairs and so something-anything-to make her

now, a right that Hudson just

wolf...doesn't like it.

work and plans. Tried to

of her face when she feels surprised,

tightly for a moment, trying to push the images away, try to calm my

at her best when she's angry, with that fire in her eyes, that courage she drags up from somewhere deep in her soul. I love to prod her, to push her, to

felt those few times when I lost my control. When I caught her spying on me in the basement, for instance, and chased her up the stairs, pinned her against the hall of her room, saw the passion

wolf had been right

up against the wall, press the length of myself up against her ass as I slipped my hand beneath her skirt. I'd teach

within my fist, crushing it, ruining it. Then I drop it

the undoing of me. She made me lose it-lose absolute control of myself. The one

she has absolutely no

rid of her, I

the old country to our family there, where they'd be

of them building a life together, of her smiling at my son, while she bares