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

I can't stop them from going to

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

break the mood, to cajole her out of it, to scare her out of it by pounding on the wall. But

of bread, angry with myself for not being able to

the way my feelings had so much

to dash up those stairs and

right that Hudson just asserted upstairs. Kicking me

like

these past few weeks. Tried to distract myself, to busy myself with work and plans. Tried to ignore her when she walked into a room, the

of her face when she feels surprised, or happy,

close my eyes tightly for a moment, trying to push

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

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

been right there, tantalizing

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 a shifter with Alpha blood,

within my fist, crushing it, ruining it. Then I drop it to the table and stare

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

she has absolutely no

have to get rid of her, I realize suddenly,

away-marry them quick, send them back to the old country to our family there, where

it, of them building a life together, of her smiling at my son,