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.

Mine to decide who touches it

Hudson, I feel

down I do know that Hudson is no

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

virgin, yet to go through her

I think was going to

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

disgusted

is learning my ticks, learning how to manipulate me, learning how to bring me

keep falling for it

large part of me

grab her shirt, pull her against

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

I knew I

teetered on that edge,

bring her back under my

have no other

pull into the garage, I am all

stables when I was on edge.

it again, that's for

Brooklyn the old-fashioned way. By force, if

a quiet house. I'm surprised by this. I know that it's full of people, but everyone is, apparently,

just fine by

the kitchen, seeing

people at the back table Lucas is one of them, sitting with the old

want to let me know that

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

deference like a wounded wolf,

bruise. It will help the swelling." Lucas hesitates, not taking his eyes of me, and then

Lucas says,

garden, "you wash the cars. Every

my gaze to Lucas's face. "And I'll

can hear the approving sounds of the old

"You still got a job, kid. Don't worry. In time, he'll

pretend not to hear, but I'm

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