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.

to decide who touches it and

reason, with Hudson,

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

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

virgin, yet to go through her heat. Him, a lonely

did I think was going to

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

disgusted

learning how to bring me to the edge and

I keep falling for it every

part of me wants to lose control

do more than just 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 to it, to show her who was in

knew I couldn't-couldn't go

edge, my whole world teetered

back under my control, have to have

no

pull into the garage, I

to the stables when I was on edge. I know better. Know that

won't do it again,

I'll take Brooklyn the old-fashioned way.

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

fine

stride into the kitchen, seeing

the back table Lucas is one of them,

want to let me know

fridge, taking out a package wrapped in butcher paper.

stands, turning his face away in deference like a wounded wolf, ready for whatever punishment I dole

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

says,

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

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

the old

still got a job, kid.

I'm glad I got the

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