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

Hudson, I feel no

deep down I do know that Hudson is no real threat. But once again, I push that thought

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

young virgin, yet to go through

I think

I grabbed Brooklyn-grabbed her shirt and pulled her

scowl, disgusted at

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

keep falling

part of me

just grab her shirt,

wipe that laugh off

I knew I

teetered on that edge, my whole world teetered

have to bring her back under my control, have to have

have no other

pull into the

off to the stables when I was on edge.

do it again, that's

take Brooklyn the old-fashioned way. By force, if

walk into a quiet house. I'm surprised by this. I know that it's full of people, but

just fine

into the kitchen,

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

to me, but they want to let me know that they

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

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

the table. "Put that on your bruise. It will help the swelling." Lucas hesitates, not taking his eyes of me, and then reaches for the

Lucas says,

garden, "you

gaze to Lucas's face. "And I'll check to make sure they're

sounds of the old men talking to the boy, patting

a job, kid. Don't

hear, but I'm glad I got

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