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.

"None of this would have happened if you hadn't let your wolf take over and rushed

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

feet. I need to

says behind me, grabbing

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

to stand up as well, a hand on his

ring to Heathcliff, trying not to spook him again. After all, none of this is his

pretending to be. When I hold my hand out to him, he stretches his neck forward, pressing his nose into my palm, trusting

pretty and wonderful

hell does Aden

He is the most dangerous

he? I have a smug thought.

that title belongs to

I left them, and I

am struck, again, by the way

is anxiously watching Aden. He could very easily lose his job over this, we

Aden to decide who

my father. He's just some jerk who thinks

my fists. I hate

my best to remain calm as I walk Heathcliff forward towards the gate at the entrance to the arena, which

his face. I know that he's sorry-but not because he hurt me

Aden is sorry because

so damn precious to him. "Brooklyn," Aden calls after me, shaking his head, but I ignore him, walking

same manner, giving him a dirty look, too. Just as Aden doesn't have a right to own me, Lucas doesn't have a right to

still presses his hand to his face,

in this,