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.

would have happened if you hadn't let your wolf take over and rushed in like

remember Heathcliff and spin my torso around, looking behind me to see my horse at

myself to my feet. I need to make

says behind me, grabbing for my

pull out of his grasp, glaring

can see Lucas starting to stand up as well, a hand on his jaw, looking anxiously between us. Still, I don't

trying not to spook

be. When I hold my hand out to him,

pretty and wonderful he is. But the whole time I'm soothing Heathcliff,

does

He is the

I have a smug thought. A thought that would

title belongs to Colsen

I left them, and

I am struck, again, by the way Aden is

this, we both know

Aden to decide

my fiancé, or my father. He's just some

hate him so much right

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

apology on his face. I know

is sorry

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

Just as Aden doesn't have a

face,

blameless in