Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Brooklyn

I’m in a daze, half in consciousness, half out of it.

I hear a moan.

Did that come from me?

open my eyes, frowning. Where’s the car? I close my eyes. against the warm yellow light of the room. I want to wake up, but I feel sleep pressing me back down-

A prick at my finger…

I jump at it, pushing away the hands that hold my arm-

“It’s all right,” a woman’s soft voice says. “All done now…”

Then, a man’s voice…

I–swim out of the darkness, propelled by fear. I know that voice.

“…to the lab, I want fast processing. I want it compared to the bloodline…”

I shake my head, groaning. I blink, looking around the finely furnished room. I don’t know this place.

I push myself up until I’m seated with my feel curled beneath

me on a chaise lounge. I’m still wearing my club outfit, but someone has buttoned a man’s white shirt over top of it.

I reach out for Lena, but she feels far away. She’s there, but everything is foggy.

As I put my weight on my hands, I feel pain in my finger. I look down to see a red dot on the end of it, the puncture would already healing.

The woman taking my blood, the man demanding it be taken to the lab…

It wasn’t a dream!

Panic seizes me. I must be somewhere on Kenwood’s property. I grip the fabric of the couch, looking around for some kind of escape. There are windows, but they look out on treetops.

Horrible images flood my mind. What the hell does Kenwood want with my blood? I can’t begin to fathom what a criminal like him would be doing with my blood. Any option that runs. through my brain is terrifying.

I stare at the door, craning my neck and trying to see if I can scent or hear anyone outside of it. Maybe if I just run-

The door swings open, and I hold my breath.

Aden Kenwood stands in the doorway, studying me as I stare at him. I know what he sees–a feral, frightened creature, her wolf ready to spring.

But he doesn’t laugh at me or scare me any further. After a long moment, he just closes the door behind him and walks. forward.

“It’s your knife, Brooklyn. I’m just returning your property.”