Chapter 87
Reyna Cruz:
Turner was playing with the pack’s kids for the first time. I noticed how much they were appreciating him and giving him importance because he was the alpha king’s son. Even my son was getting off of his father’s power and status. He was happy and went around meeting with everyone. The pack was a much safer place, so everyone knew each other, and there were no threats of losing sight of Turner.
However, I was still not completely oblivious to the fact that rogues do sneak into the pack’s borders to commit crimes. So, I kept my eyes on my son.
“He is so happy. Don’t tell me you are not grateful to me for intervening in your wedding yesterday,” Hunter knew what he was doing.
“He would have been happy even if I had married Sam,” I muttered under my breath and Hunter scoffed at me.
“Don’t bring him up in front of me again, Hunter’s voice held a power of harshness when warning me.
“Why? Does it remind you of how horrible you behaved when you ruined his wedding with his mate or is it that you are never ashamed of your actions?” I commented but noticed that Hunter sighed and relaxed his muscles.
“I am just happy that my son is happy, he irked me when making it seem like he was the only one who was willing to do anything to make Turner happy,
What did you say to my son this morning?” I inquired, sitting on the bench in the park.
“Ah, it was a father-to-son talk,” he shrugged, “but I must say, you almost sounded convincing when you said you wanted to go meet up with Polline
I frowned and turned my neck to him, watching him shake his head at me in disapproval.
“You think I was lying? Where do you think I wanted to go then I asked, tilting my head to hear what kind of thoughts he
had
“Hmm, to see that broken second-chance mate of yours.” he commented, shocking me with the fact that he knew I would approach Sam again because it was in the back of my mind. However, not today.
“And why would I need to lie to meet up with him?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, and the smirk on his face began to disappear.
“Maybe because you are married and marked now?” he almost hissed, but then forced a smile to not appear affected.
“Aha! Aren’t you marked too? But you have a mate at home,” I shrugged, “I say we both enter an open relationship. You can be with Tara: I have no objection, but I want my Sam–” Before I could finish, he unfolded his arms and fisted the bench
under him.
“Your Sam? You can’t live without him, can you?” he muttered, not even realizing that he was losing his temper in front of
Turner.
“Mommy! Daddy! Is everything okay?” Turner ran towards us, and Hunter quickly wore a smile on his lips.
“Yes! I was teasing your mom about something,” he joked, but then his eyes began to get watery as his lies made his son nod
his head.
“I am tired. Can we go meet Polline now? I am missing her so much. She left in such a hurry last day.” Turner came into my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck. I was still staring at Hunter and how he reacted to me wanting Sam back. Was it an ego issue or something more?
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Chapter 87
“Sure, let’s take you to your other grandma’s apartment,” Hunter who at that point had done all his research about everyone in my life, suggested, and we got up to leave. I carried Turner in my arms and sat in the backseat with him because he really looked tired now.
It was going to be a two-hour drive from where Polline’s old apartments used to be. By that time, Turner had fallen asleep in my arms. I didn’t want to wake him up and go see Polline alone. Once Hunter parked the car in the old building’s parking lot, memories from the past rushed to me. I shook my head to absorb the tears and laid my son down in the backseat carefully.
“Don’t wake him up,” I said to Hunter, who examined my face before he too came out of the car.
“What? You are not coming inside. Take care of Turner,” I eyed ham for walking after me. Did he not know there was some mysterious man who had tried killing my son?
“I am not joining you.” Hunter grunted, “I saw tears in your eyes, so I came to offer you this,” he sneakily stole a glance from me when offering a tissue to me. I watched his hand and then smiled sarcastically, “those tears are given by you. Do you not want to know why they have appeared again?” As I asked. I watched him close his eyes and turn his head to the other side.
“Do you see that road? That’s where I fell and dropped the only container of milk and bread when I met you and Tara after a whole year. I was lonely and had no one. Hunter–,” as I almost gasped, he turned to face me. “I was all alone by the very last minute of giving birth. Do you have any idea what fears I had in my mind when I would go to sleep thinking I might start giving birth and nobody would be beside me? It was my first pregnancy, and I didn’t get to have someone ask me, what am I craving? I was left by my mate, who believed others over me.” I teared up because it reminded me of all the hardships I had faced here. It was so nostalgic and painful.
“You think I was enjoying myself? I was in pain too. And I didn’t just believe others; I have proof of your infidelity, Reyna. And then you were left alone because you didn’t even tell me the truth about carrying my child when you left. You just up and left. If you truly knew I was the father, why would you have run away?” He seemed fully convinced that I was the one who did him dirty. So then why did he make me his again?
“Because Tara told me she would take away Turner when I give birth, as even if the baby proves to be yours, it doesn’t prove my cheating.” I yelled in desperation and then covered my lips when I realized I was near the residential area. Some people peered their heads out of the windows, and then I watched Polline come out of her old room to see what was going on.
She saw me, and as a smile began to caress her lips, I guess she remembered how I had betrayed them. Her smile vanished, and a frown played on her forehead.
“I will go see her; you take care of Turner, I cleaned my tears and stepped away from him to have some time alone with Polline, who knew I had come to see her.
“Please let me speak,” I uttered to her as she stood there with a frown on her forehead. She passed me one last stare before stepping out of the way to welcome me inside. It was going to be a hard day for me.
As soon as I stepped into her room, I watched her look away and say to me, “I can’t believe you went back to him.”
“I didnt. I didn’t have a choice, he–” I paused when she shook her head and made it clear that she wasn’t done talking when I intervened.
She cleared her throat again and uttered, “You must be happy being back with the one who had left you all alone when you needed him.”
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