Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Brooklyn The party ended quickly after that. After one of his guards sipped from it first, Remington agreed to one ceremonial drink, but he left soon afterwards. Since the apparent draw of the evening was gone, all of the rest of the guests began to filter out as well.

As I watched them all leave-staring at me, up and down, though not uttering a word my way-I knew without a doubt what the point of this party had truly been.

Why Aden had wanted to introduceto my father in front of all of these people, instead of in private. He wanted to flaunt his power humans in wolves alike, to make sure that everyone knew he is the Mafia king in the human world, the Wolf King in the shifter world.

It certainly hadn't been a party to celebrate me. Instead, it was more like a proof of life. Aden was demonstrating to the world that I exist-and that I'm in his power.

Now, back in my room, Lena growls softly, remindingjust how much I'm under Aden's spell, and I shush her.

I stare down at the diamond on my finger, twisting the ring back and forth, seeing how it catches the light. Even though I've changed and into a pair of leggings and a super soft sweater-honestly, how do these clothes keep showing up in my room?-I don't have the heart to take the ring off.

It's just so beautiful. I've rarely had anything really pretty in my life and this was...stunning. And priceless, I think.

Maybe if I run away, I can sell this at a pawn shop and use the money to get to Europe, where Aden and my father can't find me.

But, as Lena is determined to remindover and over, I'm not sure I want to hide from Aden. I'm not sure I want to be far away from him at all.

I picture the way he looked atas he slipped the ring on my finger. Was it just sheer force that got it on, or was it something else? After all, it was hardly tight now, but Hudson hadn't been able to get it to budge. Please please, do not letbe in heat for my fiancé's father, I think again.

And anyway, even if I did want to flee, I don't even have a passport.

A realization hitsin the gut. Despite how unlikely it would have been, I had hopes for my meeting with Remington. If he was so powerful, then maybe he could takeaway from this bizarre situation. I had thought maybe he would be my ticket out of the Kenwood house, getback to my normal life, or maybe even helpunderstand the world where my mother cfrom.

But after this evening, I realize that I'm just as much of a pawn in Remington's world as Aden's. A way to keep the peace, to keep the balance of power. And after seeing his crazy mood swings, I'm not sure Remington would be a better choice.

Aden can be cruel, but at least he's always in control.

Then a thought hitsout of nowhere. A desire to see what Aden is like when he's not in control. When he's wild and feral, at the mercy of his inner wolf.

Suddenly, outside of my door, I hear a huge thump and a groan. What- I jump up from the bed and stare at the door, expecting it to swing open like it always does.

But nothing.

I hear the groan again.

Scared, but needing to know what's going on, I run to the door and pull it open.

I gasp at the sight before me.

Aden Kenwood is laying on the ground of the hallway, groaning, his eyes pressed closed as he clutches his chest.

"Oh my god!" I say, looking either way down the hall for help. No one's there.

I fall to my knees beside him, reaching out to quickly feel for a pulse at his neck.

"Aden, are you alright?" "I'm. Fine," he says, teeth gritted.

My eyes flick to his face because-obviously he is not fine. I'm relieved that he's conscious, at least. I hesitate, trying to remember the First Responder course I took in college.

"What's wrong? Are you having pain in your chest, your left arm?" Shifters were nearly invincible, so this didn't make sense. But still, it did look like a heart attack. "Can you tellwhat is happening to you?" "I'm fine-" he says again, his eyes still pressed shut he begins to pant. He tries to sit up, but I put hands on his shoulders, pressing him down to the ground.

"Just stay still," I say, my head whipping around, still looking up and down the hall for help. Still, no one appears. How can I possibly be the only one who noticed!? "I'll go for help," I say, rising to my knee, but he grabs my wrist.

"Brooklyn," he says, opening his eyes a little to squint at me. "Don't go anywhere. Tell no one." "What!?" I hiss at him, appalled. "Aden, you could die—"

"I'm not going to die," he grumbles, forcing the words from between his clenched teeth. This happens sometimes. It will-" He groans before forcing out the last word in the sentence.

"Pass." He rests his head back against the floor, squeezing his eyes sout and grimacing in pain. I gape at him. Is he serious? How can he willingly suffer this much? "Tellwhat to do," I demand.

He opens one eye and looks at me, either surprised by my tone, or just plain annoyed.

"Go away, that's what you can do." "What!?" I stare at him. Was he crazy? "Do you have a death wish or something-"

Footsteps sound in the hall below. He freezes, tries to sit up, and then m groans in pain as he cannot. "Fine," he says, looking at me. "You want to help? Taketo your bedroom. Now."