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.

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

behind me to see my horse at the other side of the arena, moving nervously from hoof

push myself to my feet. I need

me,

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

stand up as well, a hand on his jaw, looking anxiously between us. Still, I don't have time

Heathcliff, trying not to spook

I'm pretending to be. When

stroking his neck and telling him how pretty and wonderful he is. But the whole

the hell does Aden think he

mean, sure. He is the most dangerous man

have a smug thought. A thought

that title belongs to

where I left them, and I am tempted to say it out loud, to really push him over the

struck, again, by the way Aden is staring worriedly at

his job over this, we both

the hell is Aden to decide who can put their hands on

my fiancé, or my father. He's

hate him

walk Heathcliff forward towards the gate at the entrance to the

his face.

sorry

control that's so damn precious to him. "Brooklyn," Aden calls after me, shaking his head, but

as Aden doesn't have a right to own

his face, which is expressionless as he

in this,