Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Brooklyn

I open my eyes, gasping for air.

It aches as it fills me, and I flash back to the way it got knocked out of me in the first place.

Heathcliff bucking wildly, me falling hard into the dirt.

I start shaking from the shock of it all.

And then I remember the sudden violence that caused it.

I roll over on the ground, pushing myself up to a seated position, pressing my eyes closed as I work to steady my breath.

Someone is there next to me I feel a hand on my shoulder, a tremulous voice asking if I'm okay. When I open my eyes, I'm shocked to see it's Aden kneeling next to me, concern written in every line of his face.

Being this close to him, seeing him treat me so tenderly, it gives me feelings I can't even explain. My wolf yearns for him, is glad he's the one at my side right now comforting me.

"Brooklyn," he says. And for just a second, I'm caught in his eyes. The way he seems to connect into some deeper part of me.

Lena lifts her head in response, almost keening for him within me.

But then, I feel another emotion altogether.

"What the hell did you do?!" I shout at Aden, anger suddenly trumping the fear running through my veins. When I think about how his childish behavior could have gotten me and Heathcliff very hurt... I am filled with rage.

hand off my shoulder. "None of this would have happened if you hadn't let your wolf take over and rushed in

remember Heathcliff and spin my torso around, looking behind me to see my horse at the other side of the arena,

push myself to my feet. I

behind me, grabbing

and I'm able to pull out of his grasp, glaring at him over my shoulder as I hurry over to

can see Lucas starting to stand up as well, a hand on his jaw, looking anxiously between us.

trying not to spook him again. After all,

horse relax when he sees how calm I am-or at least, how calm I'm pretending to be. When I hold my hand out to him, he stretches his neck forward,

reins in my left hand, stroking his neck and telling him how pretty and wonderful he is. But the whole time I'm

does Aden

the most

I have a smug thought. A thought that

title belongs

I left them, and I am tempted to say it out

I am struck, again, by the way Aden is staring worriedly

anxiously watching Aden. He could very easily lose his job over this, we both know it- just because he put his

the hell is Aden to decide who can put

father. He's just some jerk who thinks he

my fists. I hate him

I walk Heathcliff forward towards the gate at the entrance to the arena, which is

face. I know

sorry because

to him. "Brooklyn," Aden calls after me, shaking his head, but I ignore him, walking Heathcliff towards the

dirty look, too. Just as Aden doesn't

still presses his hand to his face, which

not blameless in this, I