Alpha Hunter

Chapter 26

Reyna Cruz:

“They’re coming here?” Pollirie’s expression was one of shock, and I mirrored her initial reaction, although my feelings had shifted to annoyance.

“Do you think they’re conspiring to annoy me?” I asked, placing my bag on the kitchen counter and voicing my complaint..

“I doubt it. The rogue king might just be intrigued by the fact that one of the rogues has achieved so much,” she replied, her demeanor unconcerned about that particular scenario.

However, I wasn’t convinced; it all seemed too coincidental.

“You don’t get it. That Samuel is-” Before I could finish. Polline interrupted.

“How does he look? Is he good–looking, young?” Of course, she was curious about the myth, the Rogue King.

“He is handsome,” I mumbled awkwardly, helping her in the kitchen to avoid the uncomfortable eye contact.

“Oh! I always wondered if it was a lie that he is young. How can someone so young and a rogue achieve all this?” She shrugged and focused on the meal she was preparing for Turner and me.

“Polline, I really don’t want Turner around those two. When they come here tomorrow evening, can you keep him in his room somehow?” I requested, pouting.

She sighed and turned to face me. “Listen up, kiddo. That kid is undergoing some huge changes. He’s become nosy, and whenever I tell him no, he uses emotional manipulation against me. I don’t know if I can promise to keep him locked up, she said, flinging the spatula around to emphasize the situation. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t know what’s going on with him at this point,” I sighed, dropping the knife on the counter and giving up.

“You need to keep an eye on him,” she exclaimed.

I was genuinely worried about Turner and his recent behavior. With more to hide, he was becoming increasingly curious.

The day finally arrived, and I had been panicking nonstop.

The revelation that he was my second chance mate and my rambling about the rogue king made me anxious.

“Why couldn’t that jerk tell me he was the rogue king when he met me?‘ I complained while attempting to apply eyeliner for the second time, my hands shaky.

‘Then how would he have known what you thought about the rogue king, aka him?‘ Nera replied sarcastically.

I’m so annoyed. Why do they have to be friends? I muttered, recalling if Hunter had ever mentioned a rogue friend before.

‘I remember, Nera knew what I was thinking, ‘remember the rich friend from the Midwest pack who got kicked out for exposing his father for cheating on his mother?‘ Nera was right; Hunter had briefly told me about this guy.

I doubted they were that close until he got kicked out. Since our marriage was so short–lived, I never got to meet anyone from his friend circle.

Tara’s arrival had further bound me to the mansion.

‘Oh yes! So how did he get so rich?‘ I frowned in confusion.

“Are you kidding me? He’ll think I’m interested in his money, I scoffed, considering that I was making enough to support my little family. The only thing I craved was a secure pack, but far away from this country.

“They’re here!” Polline knocked on my door before ninning back to Turner’s room to keep him occupied. She had engaged him with some games, so I hoped he wouldn’t realize we had guests.

I wore a black top with black pants and left my hair somewhat messy. I didn’t really need to get ready, but these two needed to see how well I was doing. I took a deep breath and walked out of the room, rushing to the main gate.

As I opened the door, I saw Samuel smiling at me. He looked devilishly handsome and evil at the same time.

“Hi, 1 greeted, clenching my jaw, then stepped aside to let him in. He wore a dark green coat with blue jeans and a white

shirt.

“Have a seat,” 1 said, pointing in the direction of the living room. I had made sure the entire house was spotless; they needed to see how beautiful my house was.

amuel walked ahead of me, roamed around the living room, his eyes exploring every corner, and then raised his head to acknowledge the upper floor. I got agitated with his look, but thankfully, he lowered his head and comfortably sat down on

the couch.

I placed the tray with wine bottles and ice on the table for him.

“So, you live here with-, he smirked, watching me frantically look for the files to shift the conversation to work rather than discussing my personal life.

“I’ve been planning this draft!” I cleared my throat and adjusted my body on the sofa next to the couch he was sitting on. That smirk on his face was taunting, and I wanted to knock it off. He was trying to assert his dominance over the fact that he knew a lot about me.

“We’re not going to talk about the awkwardness?” he commented, making me roll my eyes and slam the files on the table.

“The rogue king is bleh?” he smirked again, reminding me of the comments I made when he hid the truth about his identity. from me.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were the rogue king?” I frowned angrily, hissing at him under my breath.

“So that you could have faked your true feelings toward the rogue king’s work?” he chuckled, laughing at me essentially.

“You’re so annoying,” I commented, and suddenly, he stopped laughing. He narrowed his eyes, and a lump formed in my throat. I didn’t expect such a quick reaction from him.

He rushed up, hunching over me, making me lean back on the sofa, and watched his eyes roam over my face. I breathed profusely as he kept his face only a few inches away from mine, his hands blocking my path by being placed on the sofa.

“You don’t even know how annoying I am in bed, he whispered, making me choke on his comment.