Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 91

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.

to control. Mine to decide who touches

with Hudson, I feel no

know that Hudson is no real threat. But

is a handsome, smooth talking, slightly wild young shifter. I was an idiot to assign Brooklyn

young virgin, yet to go through her heat. Him,

I think was going

lost my cool today-when I

scowl, disgusted at

how to manipulate me, learning how to bring me to the edge and

falling for

God dammit, a large part of me wants to lose control

grab her shirt,

to throw her down when she laughed at me, to wipe that laugh off of her mouth by pressing my own to it, to show her who

I knew I couldn't-couldn't go that

on that edge, my whole world teetered with

to bring her back under my control, have to

have no other

into the garage, I

on edge. I know better. Know that I can never lose my cool. Lose my

again, that's for

take Brooklyn the old-fashioned way.

I know that it's

just fine by

stride into the kitchen,

people at the back table Lucas is one of them,

want to let me

fridge, taking out a package wrapped in butcher

away in deference like a wounded wolf, ready for whatever

steak on the table. "Put that on your bruise. It will

says,

the back garden, "you

"And I'll check to

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

job,

but I'm

that he's out of hot water-not yet. But at least Lucas knows he's not going

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