Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 117 Chapter 117 Brooklyn

I dash from the room, pounding down the stairs that lead to the second floor, my mind set on nothing but the safety of my room, my bed, my closed door-

But as I turn onto the second-floor landing, I slams into someone coming up the steps from the house's first level.

"Whoa!" the person says, gasping in surprise and perhaps a little pain. "What-"

Frantic, I work to push beyond them, feeling and seeing nothing beyond the tears in my eyes that stream down my cheeks.

I'm a bit feral now, like a rabbit doing anything it can to get back to my warren-I've just got to get inside, where I can be alone-

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"Brooklyn," the voice says, worried and stern. He grasps me by my shoulders, and I gasp, looking up, shocked to see Aden's face-

But no, a face like Aden's, but softer, younger-Hudson.

"Brooklyn are you alright?" he whispers, urgent. "What's why are you wearing that?"

I look up at Hudson, my mouth hanging open, not knowing what to say.

My eyes flick to the door to my bedroom-there's no part of me that wants to have this conversation now.

I just-I can't.

"I have to go," I mumble, pushing past him.

I hear him call after me, but I ignore it.

me at this-I know that I haven't been fair to Hudson in all of this-but the guilt

my door, see him

what his dad

Hudson does next, though, I press my door shut, leaning against it and

of my room washes over me like cool water, and I feel my shaking body

the door, my breath huffing hot against the white

safety of my room, I'm able to start to put

it. What

from the door, starting

my bed, unlacing the corset and letting

the doorway, looking at me like a wolf at his supper. Aden

my shoulder blades and

fingers, down the

naked in my room, my own hand drifting downward towards the place where Aden touched

Was

had ever touched

much as I wasn't ready for it to happen like that-chained to the wall, his to

me

situation washes over me. Aden may have denied his Alpha blood, but he wanted to make all the rules. Especially

for my wardrobe, wanting the comforting feel of cotton pajamas against my skin-not all of this silk and

pull on a t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, I consider that at the heart of it, of the whole evening, the

being a baby-being so naïve,

much as it sometimes gives me pleasure and a thrill to defy Aden, and to push him, and to drive

something about the feeling of giving

at some moments, felt...good?