Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Aden

The whole way back to the mansion, I'm as cold as ice.

On the way to the stables, I'd been burning with fury, my mind racing, my wolf overtaking me.

I was desperate to lock Brooklyn down, to burn everything to the ground if necessary in order to secure her allegiance any way I could.

In order to guarantee her bond to me.

And in the process I had...well, I had just lost it.

Twice, at the stables, I had lost my temper, lost my mind.

Possibly lost her.

Truthfully, I'm unsettled by all my reaction to today's events.

My entire life-since I left my pack, since my father died-everything has been about control.

Control of myself, foremost, because from that spun control over my family, my people, and the world I built.

I didn't want anyone else to tell me what to do, didn't want to have to follow someone else's pack rules, follow any rules set forth by the Council.

But I did want to make my own.

Control is the center of my success, my power.

But around Brooklyn?

For some reason, I just lose it around her.

I grip the steering wheel tighter as I remember the rage I let slip loose when I watched the boy put his hand on Brooklyn's thigh.

It isn't his thigh. It's mine.

decide who touches

some reason, with Hudson, I feel no

no real threat. But once again, I

is a handsome, smooth talking, slightly wild young shifter. I

beautiful young virgin, yet to go through

the hell did I think was

lost my cool today-when I grabbed Brooklyn-grabbed her shirt and

scowl, disgusted at my

learning how to manipulate me, learning how to

I keep falling for it

God dammit, a large part of

do more than just grab her shirt, pull her against

to wipe that laugh off of her mouth by pressing my own to it, to show

I couldn't-couldn't go

on that edge, my whole world teetered with

her back under my control, have to have her on

no other

I pull into the garage,

to the stables when I was on edge. I know better. Know that

do it again, that's for

take Brooklyn the old-fashioned

this. I know that it's full of people, but everyone is, apparently, walking on

just fine

the kitchen,

them, sitting with the old guys,

they want to let me know that they knew

and stride to the fridge, taking out a package wrapped in butcher paper. Then, I walk over to the

his face away in deference like a wounded wolf, ready for

that on your bruise. It will help the swelling." Lucas hesitates, not taking his eyes of

Lucas says, his voice

looking beyond him towards the back garden, "you wash

to Lucas's face. "And I'll check to

I can hear the approving sounds of the old men talking to the boy, patting him on

one says. "You still got a job, kid. Don't worry. In time,

I'm glad I got the message

at least Lucas knows he's not going to end up in a