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.

and reach for the warm bread, slathering it with butter as I sit back in my chair, trying

can't stop them from

her tonight, sitting there in her bed, crying as if

out of it, to scare her out of it by pounding on

grit my teeth between bites of bread, angry with

my feelings had so much control over me

up those stairs

problem now, a right that Hudson just asserted upstairs. Kicking me out and keeping Brooklyn all to

wolf...doesn't like

to busy myself with work and plans. Tried to ignore her when she walked into a room, the light lily scent of her shampoo

her face when she feels surprised, or happy, sad, or

moment, trying to push

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 raise that fire in her. To see her wolf rise to the surface in her

in the basement, for instance, and chased her up the stairs, pinned her against the

wolf had been right there, tantalizing

press her up against the wall, press the length of myself up against her ass as I slipped my hand beneath her skirt. I'd teach her a lesson about what it meant to defy me, to defy

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

be the undoing of me. She made me lose it-lose absolute

has

her, I

send them back to the old country to our family

them building a life together, of her