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.

not at all! But..." I pause a moment and take a sip of wine.

I think it's impossible to be in this life and not be mated, not

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

"I'm sure that you're

stares off into space again, brooding, but I

impulsive and powerful, having come out of that basement

I take a breath, and I don't

"So are you...seeing anyone?"

Hudson says, surprised, and then scowls. "No,

the barista

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

palm and take another bite of donut.

my way, but I

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

straight, thrilled. "Hudson! Tell

your voice down," he says, bossy, unable to keep the little smile from the corners of his mouth as

my god," I say, leaning forward and whispering. "Come on, you're my fiancé. We have no secrets. You have to tell

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

cheek. "We're not together. And we've been through alot. I'm rooting for you And I hope that you are for me t take a

rim of his

responds. "Thank you. That might be the kindest thing anyone's ever

pushing him any further. He's confessed enough

say, leaning

to grab the bottle

on the floor. "Drink

I'm not going downstairs again until we're

дим

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

moment. "You're not

him. "What do you

downstairs, in the midst of

moment to think about

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