Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 49

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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

them from going

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

to scare her out of it by pounding

with myself for not being able

feelings had so much control over

those stairs and

problem now, a right that Hudson just

like it. At

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

face when she feels surprised, or happy,

to push the images away,

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

for instance, and chased her up the

had been right there,

way it felt when she pounded her little fists against my chest-God, I had wanted to turn her around right there, 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 a shifter with Alpha blood, to defy a man

realize that I'm squeezing the slice of the bread within my fist, crushing it, ruining it. Then I

She made me lose it-lose

has absolutely no

I realize suddenly, looking blankly

send them back to the old

together, of