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.

in all of this-but the

push open my door, see him looking towards the stairs up to the third floor, putting

what his

press my door shut, leaning against

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

for a long time, my forehead pressed against the door, my

the minutes pass, and as I lean into the safety of my room, I'm

damn it. God damn it. What the hell

the door, starting to put the

my bed, unlacing the corset and letting it drop to

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

blades and pulling my hips

moving his hand, his fingers, down the

of them and standing naked in my room, my own hand drifting downward towards

Was it that

touched

as much as it terrified me, and as much as I wasn't ready for

certainly a part of me that...liked it?

how I feel, the strain and confusion of the situation washes over me. Aden may have denied his Alpha blood, but he wanted to make all the rules. Especially

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

t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, I consider that at the heart of it, of the whole evening, the central fact was that it

perhaps it's just me being a baby-being so

and a thrill to defy Aden, and to push him,

was something about the feeling of giving up control to him

at some moments, felt...good?