Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 89 Chapter 89 Brooklyn I open my eyes, gasping for air.

It aches as it fills me, and I flash back to the way it got knocked out ofin the first place.

Heathcliff bucking wildly,falling hard into the dirt.

I start shaking from the shock of it all.

And then I remember the sudden violence that caused it.

I roll over on the ground, pushing myself up to a seated position, pressing my eyes closed as I work to steady my breath.

Someone is there next toI feel a hand on my shoulder, a tremulous voice asking if I'm okay. When I open my eyes, I'm shocked to see it's Aden kneeling next to me, concern written in every line of his face.

Being this close to him, seeing him treatso tenderly, it givesfeelings I can't even explain. My wolf yearns for him, is glad he's the one at my side right now comforting me.

"Brooklyn," he says. And for just a second, I'm caught in his eyes. The way he seems to connect into sdeeper part of me.

Lena lifts her head in response, almost keening for him within me.

But then, I feel another emotion altogether.

"What the hell did you do?!" I shout at Aden, anger suddenly trumping the fear running through my veins. When I think about how his childish behavior could have gottenand Heathcliff very hurt... I am filled with rage.

I brush his hand off my shoulder. "None of this would have happened if you hadn't let your wolf take over and rushed in like an animal!" Suddenly, I remember Heathcliff and spin my torso around, looking behindto see my horse at the other side of the arena, moving nervously from hoof to hoof.

I push myself to my feet. I need to make sure he's okay.

"Brooklyn," Aden says behind me, grabbing for my arm.

But he's too slow, and I'm able to pull out of his grasp, glaring at him over my shoulder as I hurry over to my poor horse.

Behind him, I can see Lucas starting to stand up as well, a hand on his jaw, looking anxiously between us. Still, I don't have tto deal with him.

I slow myself as I cross the ring to Heathcliff, trying not to spook him again. After all, none of this is his fault.

I see the horse relax when he sees how calm I am-or at least, how calm I'm pretending to be. When I hold my hand out to him, he stretches his neck forward, pressing his nose into my palm, trusting me.

I gently take his reins in my left hand, stroking his neck and telling him how pretty and wonderful he is. But the whole tI'm soothing Heathcliff, my blood is starting to boil.

Who the hell does Aden think he is? I mean, sure. He is the most dangerous man in the city.

Or is he? I have a smug thought. A thought that would make Aden crazy...

Maybe that title belongs to Colsen now.

I turn back to Aden and Lucas to find them standing where I left them, and I am tempted to say it out loud, to really push him over the edge.

But I am struck, again, by the way Aden is staring worriedly at me.

Lucas, though, is anxiously watching Aden. He could very easily lose his job over this, we both know it- just because he put his hand on the wrong girl's knee.

But who the hell is Aden to decide who can put their hands on me? He's not my fiancé, or my father. He's just sjerk who thinks he owns me.

I clench my fists. I hate him so much right now.

I do my best to remain calm as I walk Heathcliff forward towards the gate at the entrance to the arena, which is still standing open.

As I pass him, Aden puts out a hand, apology on his face. I know that he's sorry-but not because he hurtor Lucas.

No, Aden is sorry because he lost the control that's so damn precious to him. "Brooklyn," Aden calls after me, shaking his head, but I ignore him, walking Heathcliff towards the stables. en I pass Lucas in the smanner, giving him a dirty look, too. Just as Aden doesn't have a right to own me, Lucas doesn't have a right to touchwithout my consent.

Lucas still presses his hand to his face, which is expressionless as he watchespass.

I'm not blameless in this, I know.

I liked the way it felt when Lucas flirted with me, letwonder what it might be like to Tet him teachhow to ride the way Western girls ride. What it might be like to kiss him at a campfire under the stars.

But he knows better than that, and so do I.

I'm no cowgirl, even if I wanted to be. It's an impossibility.

Because I'm the daughter of a powerful criminal Alpha and the fiancé of another. Where the hell did Lucas think this was going to end? Where was the happy ending here, for either of us? I'm fuming as I get Heathcliff into his stall, as I begin to take off his saddle and tack.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Lucas pass the stall, tog walking to the front of the stable where he parked the car a few hours ago. Lucas looks worried as he goes but he doesn't say a word to me.

I'm just so mad in this moment, as I continue to care for my horse. So angry and sad at myself all at once.

And sore. Physically sore, where I fell on my chest and stomach.

Poor little rich girl, I think bitterly, my inner voice full of sarcasm.

Seriously, Lucas aside, what the hell did I think was playing at? And what business did I have feeling sad, when so many people-Lucas included-had it so much worse than me?

After all, he was going to get the daughty.

brunt of the punishment for this. I was going to skate on by. Because again-m the daughter of a powerful criminal Alpha and engaged to another. And Lucas is a nobody. I feel horribly guilty as I think about it, where my choices lead him.