Alpha Hunter

Chapter 28

Reyna Cruz:

When they were walking behind me, they actually made me very uncomfortable. They were awkwardly silent and whenever I turned around to look at them, I noticed them just staring at me.

“You two can share a room,” I led them to the guestroom. It was located near the sunroom, featuring two separate beds placed against the opposite walls with a free space between them.

As Samuel admired the landscape paintings, Hunter stood in the corner, his eyes fixed on me as though he could devour. me. I couldn’t comprehend the depth of his hostility. Though I despised him for the hardships he had put me through, I wasn’t the type to stand and glare; I preferred not to waste my time on those who no longer meant anything to me.

“I am so happy my people have come this far,” Sam wrinkled his nose in admiration, sounding skeptical yet oddly making it about himself.

“Yeah! We are really grateful to you for showing up sooner,” I whispered under my breath, bitterness creeping in because of his association with Hunter.

“I’m sorry? Was that sarcasm?” Sam responded unexpectedly, facing me with a determined look, demanding an explanation for my comment.

“No, not at all. Why would I be sarcastic towards your highness?” Despite my denial, sarcasm slipped into my tone once again. I simply hoped he’d let it slide and avoid starting an argument under my own roof. Besides, it felt peculiar to engage in a dispute with my guest.

“I mean, come on, Reyna. If you’re going to make a comment, boldly own it,” Sam said, flashing a smile, though it had a strange, crooked twist to it.

“Well, you’re actually working with someone who has expelled every single person from this rogue community. He kicked us all out, making it clear that none of the pack members are allowed to communicate with us. Yet, now he’s helping you create a good place for us?” I folded my arms over my chest, scrutinizing the dynamic between Samuel and Hunter.

The two exchanged a glance, and Hunter walked into the room, closing the door behind him with deliberate steadiness. Their actions made me feel a hint of hesitation.

Secretly gulping, I tried to maintain confidence. “The people I kicked out were bad individuals, breaking rules and going against their alpha king,” Hunter stated, moving so close that I felt suffocated against the wall. He had backed me into a

comer.

“I am associating with him because I am convincing him that these people deserve a second chance in their lives. Despite being kicked out, they should have somewhere they belong.” Samuel added, positioning himself at eye level with Hunter. “Okay!” I responded awkwardly. Their intense gaze made my wolf uneasy, sensing a peculiar aura from their wolves. “Now, you two should get some rest. When their stare–down turned into an uncomfortable eye contest, I stepped aside, escaping from the room without even turning around to bid them goodnight, needing some peace to breathe.

“Wow, that was crazy, I complained, a hand pressed against my chest.

Tell me they were planning on hurting me, I asked my wolf, sensing that she must have picked up on more than I did.

Their wolves wanted to- she began but stopped abruptly, as if grappling with the possibility.

“What?‘ I inquired, bewildered.

They were giving us mixed signals. It wasn’t entirely frustration; it was more like they wanted to touch us, Nera’s words made my body shudder. I shook my head, dismissing her claims.

“You’re overthinking, I rolled my eyes at her and joined Polline, who was cleaning the kitchen.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect them to stay for the night, I sighed, attempting to help her, but she remained silent.

“Are you tired?” ! questioned, hoping she would agree to a glass of wine. Our nights usually ended with light alcohol and a bit of gossip. often at Polline’s suggestion. However, tonight, she seemed to be avoiding me.

“Polline!” Now, that was concerning. I persisted, standing in her way, refusing to let her pass when she made it clear she didn’t want to communicate with me. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“What’s going on? Why aren’t you talking to me?” It didn’t sit well with me to be ignored by her. I’d been in a state where everyone avoided me like I was a plague, and I didn’t want to feel that again, especially not with her.

“I don’t think you want to talk to me, Reyna. So, I’m just helping you by staying silent,” she replied with a hint of bitterness, surprising me.

“What happened? Tell me,” 1 demanded. It was evident that she wasn’t happy about something. I couldn’t recall saying anything to her, and we could barely talk in the presence of others.

Then it struck me. Polline started acting strangely after having a private conversation with Samuel. Did he say something to

her?

“Polline! Did somebody offend you?” I asked, hastily placing my hand on the kitchen counter to create a barrier in her way.

“Yeah, I’m kind of offended that you hid such a big thing from me,” she uttered, slowly crossing her arms over her chest, providing a much clearer response.

“Emm! What exactly are you talking about?” I inquired, feeling a little deflated because it wasn’t hard to deduce that she had found out what I had been keeping from her.

“Why didn’t you tell me that Samuel is your second chance mate?” There it was, that prick had spilled the beans.

“Ugh!” I scoffed and closed my eyes as she tried to get past me.

“No! WAIT, I inadvertently raised my voice while attempting to stop her. I’m not angry that you found out. I’m mad at him. for telling you about that when it should have been me,” I explained, noticing the way she nodded with hurt in her eyes.

Exactly, it should have been you,” she added. “But why didn’t you tell me?”

1 sank into my body and then strolled into the living room with her following behind.

“I didn’t want anyone to convince me to give him a chance,” I murmured guiltily and sat down on the couch.

“But why not?” she asked, already making it clear that she would have encouraged me to give him a chance, explaining why I hadn’t told her.

“I don’t like his cocky attitude. He acts so- I made fists out of my hands and raised them beside my face, imagining punching him when he irritates me.

That’s not fair. You cannot have these opinions about someone without giving them a chance. Besides, the second chance is a chance in itself. You are supposed to be with him, so at least give it a try,” she suggested, holding my hand and gently rubbing between her hands.

“Are you still not over him?” suddenly, the topic shifted, and I shook my head to ensure I heard her clearly.

“Who?” Even though I knew who she was talking about, I wanted to give the impression that I had long forgotten about him.

“Reynal” she shook her head in disapproval.

“No, I don’t have any feelings for him anymore. How could I? He is marrying the snake who ruined our relationship. He moved on from me when I was still in the mansion, rotting in the servant quarters,” I almost whimpered but then remembered that I had promised myself not to shed a single tear for him.

“Then there should be no harm. Just try to understand Samuel instead of arguing with him,” she suggested, and instead of arguing, I remained silent.

“Fine. But I can’t promise because the last time we spoke–I kind of said things about the rogue king that might have hurt his ego,” I squeezed my eyes, downplaying the intensity of my words.

“Reyna!” she complained and slapped her forehead. We stayed up for a few more minutes and finished our drink before heading to our rooms.

That night, I slept oddly peacefully. There was this strange comfort in my body that I couldn’t explain. It was as if my son would be fine tonight because his father and my second chance mate were in the house.

I didn’t want to think that way, but it just occurred to me. I woke up early to help Polline with breakfast since the two were going to join us,

After preparing the whole feast, I rushed upstairs to change, and when I walked into Turner’s room, I found it empty. It bothered me because he usually sleeps in on weekends, and I was expecting him to wake up after we had left for the office. We were also supposed to take a day off, but then we decided to submit the papers we had worked on last night.

I rushed out to look for Turner without calling his name. Once I was in the living room, I came across a rather surprising sight. Turner was sitting next to Hunter, his leg up, and Hunter was tying his shoelaces.

Thank you,” Turner flashed him a smile, making me wonder what the heck was happening here. Hunter gave him an eye roll before sitting away from him.

“Anything else, my lord?” The sarcasm in Hunter’s voice sounded cute and playful. It made Turner giggle a little and then shake his head to say “no.”

It was pretty evident that my son had asked him to tie his shoelaces even when Hunter didn’t want to do that. But thankfully, he didn’t upset my child by lashing out on him.