Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden)

Chapter 2

Brooklyn

One fist is wrapped in the fabric of Chase's shirt, the other down Chase's pants. He's kissing him passionately, hungrily.

Chase's eyes are closed, his hands fumbling at the button and zipper of Hudson's pants-whispering my boyfriend's name.

My heart stops for a few seconds as I stare at the scene in front of me.

Then, rage takes over-masking the hurt starting to unfurl in my chest.

"Are you kidding me!?" I'm not even thinking as I chuck the phone at Hudson and his lover.

The guys jump, leaping apart.

"Brooklyn" Hudson's face is full of shock.

Tears in my eyes, I run from the room and from the coffee shop.

"Brooklyn!" Hudson spills out onto the street behind me. "You don't understand!"

He grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. If ever I forgot he was a male wolf more powerful than me, I'm reminded of his strength now.

"I really like you," he says, his eyes filled with apology. "You're amazing... It's just that my family wouldn't understand, wouldn't approve"

He scrubs a hand over his face.

"You know how some wolves are about this kind of thing. How some packs are. This...me and Chase... It's complicated."

"So, what? You just want me to be your pretend girlfriend!?" I rip my arm from his hand. "Not interested." "Please. I can make this right! How much do you want? One million? Three million?"

He pulls out his phone, and I see him tap on a banking app.

"I don't want your money."

Hudson blinks in confusion, and I turn away.

"I'll keep your secret, and you don't need to pay me off. I just don't want to see you again."

Just like that, my possible fairy tale with Prince Charming was over.

I hurry down the street, my eyes filling with angry tears.

My wolf, Lena, is struggling to take over. She wants to go back and tear Hudson to shreds.

His bodyguard would probably keep that from happening, though. But a girl can dream.

I manage to make it on the train in time, sinking onto the bench and closing my eyes. My head falls back

to rest against the window, and I take deep, calming breaths to re-center myself.

Today couldn't have gone any worse.

No wonder I'm still a virgin...my instincts were so off that I've been dating a gay man.

Nope. Not gonna wallow.

Lena chuffs in agreement.

***

Two hours later, I'm seated at a plastic table in a cinder-block cell, my hands are resting on my paperwork

in front of me, and my hair is tied back in what I hope is a professional look.

My leg jitters with nerves. I need to shift, to run off this excess energy, these raging emotions.

But I straighten up in my seat, taking a deep breath. I have to concentrate on my job now, and I'm incredibly tense about my next assignment.

I've only been assigned basic white-collar criminals thus far.

Some human, some wolf, none of them dangerous.

But today I have to make an

assessment of Aden Kenwood. He's

not just a formidable wolf; he's a mafia king, too. His unmatched cruelty and the unbelievable lengths he'll go to in order to protect his power are infamous in Grayling City.

As a psychology grad student working on my real-life work assignments here at the prison, they typically assign me all of the easy psych evals.

But the guy who handles the werewolf inmate evals is out today, and everyone else on staff is human. The last thing they are going to do is put a human in the room with such a notorious and dangerous wolf shifter.

So...I'm up to bat.

And the incident with Hudson? Not helping my nerves one bit.

The hallway door clangs open, and I quickly stand, pulling down on the hem of my blazer to straighten it. This is by far the most nervous I've been since I started this gig.

The guards bring Kenwood around the corner, and I'm surprised. I'm not sure exactly what I was

expecting, but I wasn't expecting this. He looks nothing like what I could have ever pictured.

This man is muscular and tall,

moving with a kind of dangerous grace. My eyes follow the way his shoulders shift beneath the fabric of his orange prison uniform, the way that the guards flinch a little as they untock the silver cuffs on his wrists.

This is one powerful wolf shifter. No doubt about it.

I can see why everyone fears him.

His mere presence ignites something in me I've never felt before, and I have to squeeze my thighs

together to quell the rush of desire between my legs.

I stifle a gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwood's face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes...

Oh goddess. Is this what a she-wolf's heat feels like?

And...I've seen a younger version of him etched in the features of my boyfriend's face.

Hudson isn't just some rich kid.

He's the son of the mafia king.