Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 99 Chapter 99 Brooklyn Aden doesn't wait forto climb the steps up to the house. Instead, he goes in ahead of me, leavingto follow dutifully behind.

I would feel better, frankly, if Aden would just freak out at me. Yell at me, lose his temper. Givea command.

At least I'd have something to follow or fight against.

But this Aden? The quiet, controlled, considered Aden? He's the one I'm most afraid of. This is the Aden that Lena is also very unsure of, cowering inside me.

I look down at my feet as I climb the steps, feeling every bit the naughty schoolgirl about to get yelled at for breaking the rules.

The pleasant buzz that the tequila built in my mind gets wiped away by anxiety and adrenaline. It's as if my body knows that I have to be focused right now to face him.

When I walk into the house, I see that his office door is open, a silent demand forto enter.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself, obeying that command and then walking into the office, stopping just as I cross the threshold.

It's okay, I tell Lena as she whines. We'll be okay.

"Close the door," Aden states, his back toas he leans his arm against the mantel of the fireplace, staring down into the flames.

I jump into action and push the door shut behind me.

I'm afraid to turn and face him. But I do, leaning against the door, waiting for him to deliver his judgment. Aden just stares atfor a long moment. Then, he begins.

His voice is low when he asks, "What the hell did you think you were doing today?" I open my mouth, then close it, not really knowing what to say.

Not only do I not know what I was doing, but I apparently don't know how to respond to this question, one that I very much should have seen coming.

So, in the absence of anything else, I just tell him the truth.

"I acted on instinct," I tell him, my voice a whisper. "Colsen was there, his car in the road. Lucas was going shoot at him and get himself killed." "So you decided to put yourself at risk." I shake my head. "No. I knew Colsen wouldn't hurt me. I went to tell him not to cany farther, and he said he wouldn't if I... left with him.' "So you went on a date?" Aden asks condescendingly, putting his hands in his pockets and slowly walking over to my place by the door. "With that low-life, scumbag shifter?" "It wasn't..." I start.

But he's not finished. "You thought that the best response to my enemy, the wolf dead set on bringing all of us down?" I blush as he comes to stand before me, his feet spread wide in a powerful stance.

"It wasn't a date," I murmur, looking down at my feet, feeling the redness on my cheeks deepen.

He laughs atthen. A low, disdainful thing.

"Drinking all day at a bar. Laughing, kissing," he chides, leaning forward towards me. "It sounds like a date to me." I whip up my head glaring at him. "We didn't kiss," I blurt out, defiant.

He takes a breath, scratches his chin. "You were seen today. Did you know that? That place he took you -it's a gathering place. Filled with shifters and the underworld alike." I take a breath. Of course. I had noticed the other wolves there. Had wondered why it was filled with them. "So, it wasn't just you and him there in that darkness. Wolves, members from all the families and packs saw you there. Remington was the one who called me, in fact, to tellwhere you were." I go pale at this realization.

I had assumed that Colsen tooksomeplace personal and private, to a place where we wouldn't be seen.

I hang my head, comprehending that the damage is just as bad as Aden says it is.

"So, you understand now," Aden continues. "How you've embarrassed me. How you've embarrassed Hudson, of all people. About whom I actually thought you cared.' I meet Aden's eyes, feeling ashamed but also defensive. "I do care about Hudson," I spit out. "I-I'm sorry.

I didn't know that we'd be seen." Damn it, I really thought Colsen had liked me. But now, realizing that he broughtthere just so we'd be seen, so Aden would be embarrassed? I've again fallen for a ruse.

"Have I not been kind to you, Brooklyn?" Aden says coldly. "Have I not given you your horse, given you your sister back? You have everything you need to live a life, you'd just stay within the lines." I can't help myself as I raise my head to glare at him.

"Is that what I'm supposed to do?" I spit out. "Follow the rules? Wear the clothes you pick out forevery morning, participate in the approved activities you plan, talk to the people you wantto, when you wantto? I continue my tirade. "What's next, Aden? Are you going to pick my food out for me, plan my meals? Cut my meat on my plate every morning?" Aden comes forward, all quiet control, and places a hand beside my head on the door, leaning close.

"If that's what it takes," he murmurs, a cruel smile playing on his lips, "to get you in line. I'll feed you with a spoon." I glare up at him, my lips pressed together tightly. "And if I disobey?" I ask, my voice angry. "What are you going to do then? Punish me?" "No, little one," he says, bringing his face closer to mine as he smirks at me. "I get the feeling that you like that too much." I gasp at this, shocked at the gall of him.

I push myself away from the door, working to get past him, away from him.

He puts his other arm up, blockingas I try to get past, and then his hand is suddenly against my chest, pushingwith force back against the door.

I feel the breath leaveas I look up into his face. His wolf is brightim his eyes as he stares down at me.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" I whisper. "Jealous?" he whispers back, as if turning the word over in his mouth, tasting it on his tongue.

He's trappingnow with his whole self, not touchingbut pinningto the wood none the less.

"Do you honestly think I'm jealous of those little boys, Brooklyn?"

I say nothing, staring up at him, the traitorous hairs on my neck-standing to attentionat his words, at the feel of his breath against my face. Lena is tellingnot to fight it, and I want so badly to give in to the heat rushing through me.

The heat I feel only for this wolf.

My breath comes quicker now, raising my chest, brushing it against Aden's.

His laugh turns inlike a knife.

"Yes," I snap, lifting my chin in defiance. "I do think you're jealous. I think you wish you were the one to-" He snaps into action then, quick as a fox, forcing a gasp fromas one

arm wraps around my waist and dmy another slides behind my neck his hand holding my head in place as he pullsflush against him, against every hard muscle of his body. "Wish I was the one to do what, Brooklyn," he demands, cruel. "This?" I cry out, but the noise is silenced by his mouth on mine.