Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Brooklyn

As Hudson waits for my reply, I pause, stunned.

That conversation in the backyard about leaving everything behind-was that really just two hours ago? Because it seems like a lifetime ago now.

And I don't know if that's what I want anymore.

But until I do know what I want, I'm not going to mess with Hudson's head. After all, I'm the one who convinced him we should leave.

I clear my throat. "I think we shouldn't be hasty. Not now that I've already received my punishment. Let's be careful so we do it right, once and for all."

It's Hudson's turn to shrug now as he turns to look out the window.

I study him and consider that Hudson has done everything he can to avoid learning more about this life. He avoids it, hides from it, as much as he can.

And I used to feel that way, too.

Hudson and I may not be right for each other romantically, but we've always been on the same page.

So why am I suddenly so curious about the thing he refuses to look at closely?

"Hudson," I say slowly, quietly. "Why do you think it is that you don't want this life? You were born into it."

I tilt my head, careful with what I say next.

"Do you think it's something about like...who you are, intrinsically, that makes you a mismatch? Or is it something else?"

He turns to glare at me. "Are you asking if I don't belong here because I'm gay?"

I shake my head vigorously. That's what I was afraid he'd think, but it isn't true.

I'm more thinking about the fact that I've learned that I was actually born into all of...this.

I pause a moment and take a sip of wine. "Well, that's where your mind went.

think it's impossible to be in this life and not be mated, not have a family of your own

eye. "It's not possible that I'm the only werewolf or mafia heir

nod. "I'm sure that you're

into space again, brooding, but I can't help asking

mood today, feeling a little impulsive and

I take a breath, and I don't

"So are you...seeing anyone?"

then scowls.

the barista at the

he murmurs. "We don't date-we just

my palm and take another bite of donut. "Because he

my way, but I

"You're lying!

sit up straight,

voice down," he says, bossy, unable to keep the little smile from the corners of his mouth as he flings a tiny decorative pillow

you're my fiancé. We have no secrets. You

eyebrow. "You're

a hand on his cheek. "We're not together. And we've been through alot. I'm rooting for you And I hope that you

rim of his wineglass,

you. That might be the

pushing him any further. He's confessed enough today. He'll tell me when he's

I say, leaning off

of the bed to grab the bottle

on the floor. "Drink up.

I'm not going downstairs again until we're

дим

refilled glass and then takes another

moment. "You're not mad at

frown at him. "What do

again, ashamed of himself. "For not...coming downstairs, in the midst of

think about

glad that Hudson hadn't come into the room in the middle of that. What would he