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.

control. Mine to decide who

reason, with Hudson, I feel

no real threat. But once again, I push that

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

go through

I think was going

the second time I lost my cool today-when I grabbed Brooklyn-grabbed her shirt

disgusted

how to manipulate me, learning how to bring me to

keep falling for it

a large part of me wants to

grab her shirt, pull her against

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

I couldn't-couldn't go that

teetered on that edge, my whole world

under my control, have to have

no other

so, when I pull into the garage, I am

the stables when I was on edge.

won't do it again,

the old-fashioned

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

fine

stride into the kitchen, seeing

one of them, sitting

to let me know that they knew

package wrapped in butcher paper. Then, I walk over to the boy, whose eyes go wide with

deference like a

on your bruise. It will help the swelling." Lucas

says,

I say, looking beyond him towards the back garden, "you wash the cars. Every single one of

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

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

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

I'm glad I got the

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