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.

pause a moment and take a sip

head ruefully. "No. I think it's impossible to be in this life and not be mated, not have a family of your own

that I'm the only werewolf or mafia heir to

nod. "I'm sure that you're

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

impulsive and powerful, having come out

take a breath, and I

"So are you...seeing anyone?"

says, surprised, and then scowls.

the barista at the book

was...nothing," he murmurs. "We don't

rest my chin in my palm and take

sends another glare my way, but I notice he can't

I say, giggling. "You're lying! You

sit up straight, thrilled. "Hudson! Tell

keep the little smile from the corners of his mouth as he

forward and whispering. "Come on, you're my

raises an eyebrow. "You're not...mad at

not together. And we've been through alot. I'm rooting for you

of his wineglass,

a moment, he responds. "Thank you. That might be the

any further. He's confessed enough today. He'll tell

say,

the bed to grab the

on the floor.

to do. And I'm not going downstairs

дим

my refilled glass and then takes another sip, looking at me closely.

not mad at

frown at him. "What do you

down at his wine again, ashamed of himself. "For not...coming downstairs, in the midst of it all. For

moment to think about his confession and then

the room in the middle of that. What would he have thought