Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Brooklyn

"Brooklyn," Aden's voice surprises me as he lets himself into Heathcliff's stall.

I'm too angry to speak and instead glare at him before continuing with my chores, hanging up my saddle and then collecting my brushes to groom Heathcliff after his ride.

"Brooklyn," Aden is angrier this time, clearly insistent on my attention. Aden isn't used to being ignored, and I know if I turn around, I'll see his wolf flashing in his eyes.

But he can damn well wait until I'm finished with my horse.

When I don't reply, I can hear the angry rumble of a growl in his chest. I can all but feel him clenching his fists by his side. But he leaves the stall, leaving me alone to finish my work.

In silence, I brush Heathcliff, clean his feet, and check his water and hay to make sure that he's all set for the night.

I'm grateful to see, as I give Heathcliff his final parting kiss on his nose, that my horse has come out of everything unscathed.

He, unlike me, is calm again, relaxing in his stall.

But when I lock the stall door behind me and see Aden just outside of it waiting for me, his arms crossed, I could burst into flames I'm so damn mad.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I hiss at him, striding right up to him so that we're only inches apart, glaring up into his face.

I can see what my accusations do to him. His temper was clearly hanging by a thread when he arrived here today but now?

He totally loses it.

goes

says through clenched teeth, advancing on me, his chest

also so drawn to him, unable to break my gaze free

time he's this close to me, heat floods through my body. Both my heat, and the primal

was touching you-"

touches me!?" I yell, working to hold my ground as he advances. "Who cares? It was just a little flirting. What, every time someone flirts with me you're going to punch

his teeth. "If you so much

which I can

teeth are bared now in a snarl, his

is about Hudson? That

arms, shaking

I say, pushing it, "that this wasn't

of my shirt in

mine, Brooklyn," Aden

words violent, possessive, dangerous. "You and I

you

our bodies pressed against each other, so close that I can feel his rageful heart pounding in

it's no match for

Aden?" I

words

louder than a whisper.

one who

my own

push him