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."

tracks, seeing the

tries once more. "Dad, let

she-wolf in line," Aden says, his voice dangerous, "then I will have

forward, dragging me behind him across the

blood goes cold when I

corner. The

weight back, digging

me, continuing to move forward, tugging me once so that I lose my balance

we're through the

little dim

taking me. Aden only checks his stride

one where I had looked through the door-seen Aden, his belt in his

terror snaking through every limb in

me so that I stumble the last few steps and stop myself against a metal table across the

as Aden strides forward and closes the distance between us. The look in his eyes is feral, and can practically see his wolf rippling beneath his skin. Almost as if he is struggling to

to the raw, animalistic gleam in

core clenches with want despite the

to my side,

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 to ignore

my 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,

watch, he snaps the handcuffs tight around my right wrist, attaching me firmly to the metal table. Then, he looks

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

be much easier if

I tighten my lips and stand up as straight as

what he says, to give him what he wants. Because all she wants is him, his

But not me.

here long enough to know that Aden Kenwood is going to be cruel no matter what he does-it's in his