Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Brooklyn

When I see the slip of paper in Aden's palm, my heart nearly thumps out of my chest. Shit. Shit.

It's the folded note that Jayde gave me.

The one I was supposed to give to Lennox, with the cryptic poem inside.

It's been opened-clearly, Aden has read it—but it still has the tape on it, the same I used to stick it to the back of the desk.

Seized with fear, I raise my eyes from Aden's hand to his face. I don't say a word and steel every bit of my wolf Lena's strength to hold steady.

In response, Aden roars. It's terrifying, the sound that escapes him. Wild and menacing, his wolf coming through loud and clear even in his human form.

I cower now, terror and a force much stronger overpowering me. Something I can't explain.

It must be the Alpha power he has.

Aden grabs my arm, pulling me up out of my chair and along with him back into the house. He's angry, of course, but his grip doesn't hurt me.

Not yet.

"Dad!" Hudson calls after him, coming into the house. "Stop! What did she "

Aden turns to look at his son. "You stay here."

seeing the look on his

tries once more. "Dad, let her go.

says, his voice dangerous, "then I will have to

that, he again storms forward, dragging me behind him across the

blood goes cold when I see

in the corner.

my weight back, digging my heels

forward, tugging me once so that I lose my balance and have to

through the door-heading down

little dim hallway,

Aden only

Aden, his belt

terror snaking through every limb in my

pulling me into the room and tossing me so that I stumble the last few steps and stop myself against a metal table across the far wall. If I were human, I likely would have broken a rib when my chest hits the metal.

and closes the distance between us. The look in his eyes

gleam in his eyes, and I feel my heat

my core clenches with

comes to my

arm and pulling it forward as he moves to the other side of the table. His hose twitches, and I know he can scent what is happening to my body. His jaw clenches as if he is trying

arm firmly in his grip as he goes, making me bend over the table with him. When I'm bent at the waist, my torso stretched across the table, Aden produces a set of handcuffs attached by their chain to a metal loop on

attaching me firmly to the metal table. Then, he looks at me. "Your other wrist," he growls, holding out his hand for it across

also suddenly furious. I'm not going to be complicit in my own torture. I'd had dreams about Aden and handcuffs, but not

he growls. "This will be much easier if you obey

tighten my lips and stand up as straight as I can, curling my other arm

shows her belly in deference. She is ready to do what he says, to give him what he wants. Because all she wants is him,

But not me.

going to be cruel no