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.

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

push open my door, see him looking towards the

he even know what his

I press my door shut, leaning against it

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

my forehead pressed against the door, my breath huffing hot against

lean into the safety of my room, I'm

damn it. What

push myself up and away from the door,

me as I move to my bed, unlacing the corset and letting it

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

hand between my shoulder blades and pulling

moving his hand, his fingers,

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

really? Was it that

ever touched me

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

certainly a part of me that...liked

push myself to figure out how I feel, the strain and confusion of the situation washes over me. Aden may have denied his Alpha

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

the heart of it, of the whole evening, the central fact was that it was terrifying for

it's just me being a baby-being

push him, and to drive him beyond his point of control-1

the first time. Because there was something about the feeling of giving up control to

at some moments, felt...good?