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

reason, with Hudson, I feel

I do know that Hudson is no real threat. But once again,

wild young shifter. I was an idiot to assign Brooklyn

beautiful young virgin, yet to go

hell did I think

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

disgusted

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

falling for

of me wants to lose control with

more than just grab her shirt, pull her against

off of her mouth by pressing my own to it, to show her who was

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

teetered on that edge, my whole world teetered

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

no

into the garage, I am

the stables when I was on edge. I know better. Know that I can never lose my

it again, that's for damn

I'll take Brooklyn the old-fashioned way.

surprised by this. I know that it's full of people, but everyone is,

fine by

the kitchen, seeing

one of them,

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

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

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

"Put that on your bruise. It will help the swelling."

says,

I say, looking beyond him towards the back garden, "you wash the cars.

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

approving sounds of the old men talking to the boy, patting

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

not to hear, but I'm glad I got

yet. But at least Lucas knows he's not going to end up in a shallow grave by