Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance’s Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel - 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 of me in the first place. Heathcliff bucking wildly, me 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 to me-I 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 treat me so tenderly, it gives me feelings 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 some deeper 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 gotten me and 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 behind me to 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 time to 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.