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.

haven't been fair to Hudson in all of this-but the guilt isn't strong enough to fight my panic,

over my shoulder at Hudson as I push open my door, see him looking towards the stairs up to the

what

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

over me like cool water, and I feel my shaking body start to ease, my

door,

as I lean into the safety of my room, I'm able

damn it. God damn it. What the hell

away from the door, starting to put the pieces

to my bed, unlacing the corset and letting

like a wolf at his supper. Aden

between my shoulder blades and pulling my hips back against

his hand, his fingers, down

of them and standing naked in my room, my own hand drifting downward towards the place where Aden touched me

Was

ever touched

and as much as I wasn't ready

a part of me that...liked it? Maybe. I

strain and confusion of the situation washes over me. Aden may have denied his Alpha blood, but

heading for my wardrobe, wanting the comforting feel of cotton pajamas against my

and a pair of pajama shorts, I consider that at the heart of it, of

just me being a baby-being so naïve, and romantic,

it sometimes gives me pleasure and a thrill to defy Aden, and to push him, and to drive him beyond his point of control-1 am not sure I

was something about the

at some moments, felt...good?