Alpha Hunter

Chapter 39

Reyna Cruz:

“Mom!” I heard Turner call out to me, and the tone in his voice hinted that he was ready to discuss it. It was surprising that we still hadn’t talked about the incident. I knew the events at the office had left him shattered, prompting him to make a quick exit. Keeping that trauma in mind, I decided to give him space and let him take the lead in bringing up the topic.

“Yes, my prince?” I turned around and greeted him with a smile, returning to his bed and sitting down beside him. “I don’t want him as my father ever, his softly broken whisper broke my heart. Hunter’s words must have deeply hurt him, leading him to reject the idea of having Hunter as his father ever again.

“I understand, Turner. I know you didn’t lash out without a reason,” I shifted uncomfortably, not wanting my kid to dwell on that day, but certain thoughts had been bothering me. I knew Tara had a way of provoking people to elicit a violent response. I just didn’t know what she had said to him that led him to react that way.

“I wasn’t going to hit her at all. Even when she kept pinching my ears, my cheeks, and pushing me down to the ground, or when she grasped my hair in her fist. But the moment she said something wrong about you the moment she called you names–he paused, sitting up in bed and hugging me.

My body went numb at the revelations. She laid her finger on him? Her dirty finger on my innocent son?

It felt like something inside me shifted, and all I could think of was attacking her, tearing her apart into pieces.

“You did nothing wrong. Standing up against your bully or abuser is the most heroic thing ever, I gently ran my hand through his hair. I broke the hug to cup his face in my hands and continued to gaze into his eyes.

I wondered whether I should inquire about what happened afterward. He had spoken briefly to the warriors and mentioned not seeing anything related to the bus driver or the bus, so bringing up that topic might be futile. Instead, I kissed his forehead and decided to let him rest. However, it seemed like the day was far from over, as the doorbell rang. I wasn’t certain, but a part of me felt like maybe Samuel had returned. He did seem reluctant to leave. So, I got to my feet and walked downstairs to answer the door. Polline had reached the door before me, so I stood at the top of the staircase, watching who she was leading inside.

A sudden shift in my mood occurred at the sight of the man who had become the reason for my son’s condition. It made me acutely aware of the anger I was harboring towards Hunter, his dysfunctional family, and the pack members.

Briskly, I descended the stairs upon seeing him and his mother entering the living room, accompanied by warriors carrying numerous gifts.

“Reyna!” his mother greeted me with a tone far gentler than she used to employ. I wanted to remind her that this was not how she used to speak to me, © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“What are you two doing here?” I asked in a harsh tone, glaring at Hunter, who appeared nonchalant about everything. He was dressed in blue jeans, a white shirt, and a blue denim jacket, looking casual for the first time, not like a businessman.

“Do we need to spell it out for you why we’re here?” he retorted, tilting his head.

“Have a seat,” Polline, being very respectful, offered them chairs, signaling with her eyes for me to keep my voice down and not alert Tumer.

“At least someone here hasn’t forgotten that when an alpha King appears at your door, you lower your head in respect and shut the heck up,” Hunter’s voice lacked remorse, and there was no guilt in his eyes.

Briskly, I walked downstairs to confront him, maintaining eye contact, When we stood face to face, I raised my head to meet his gaze and muttered, “You kicked the out of your life and your pack. I’m a rogue now, and the only king I bow down to is the rogue king.”

The cocky grin on his face faded at my response, replaced by a hint of anger once again.

“We’re not here to disrupt your life or argue with you. Please let us meet him once,” Mrs. Sparrow used a very kind tone, requesting to see Turner.

“Why? Why do you want to see my kid?” 1 pointed a finger at my chest, disregarding the tone of my voice.

She sneakily turned to look at Hunter, who neither defended her nor answered the question. “Because he is my grandson.”

This was not how she used to speak to me. There were moments when she would pose as if she were about to strike me across the face, and I would flinch and step back. Now that I had gained a name for myself and built wealth, she was careful not to cross her limits.

“Huh! Your son made sure my son’s heart had completely shattered. I don’t know why you think my son will see you two as his family now,” I shrugged, folding my arms over my chest.

“I have heard enough!” Hunter finally stretched his neck and cracked his knuckles. “I will go see my son whether you like it

or not..

As the words smoothly left his mouth, he stepped forward, but that’s when I stepped into his way to block him. He almost bumped into me.

“You will not enter my home and roam around like you own it,” I muttered, but he just stared into my eyes, his head lowered, and his body radiating heat. He kept staring, making me feel awkward, before he hunched over, placed his hands. on my waist, and carried me to the side, setting me aside as if I were a plastic doll.

His actions left me so stunned that for a moment, I didn’t even move a muscle until he had climbed the stairs. Polline and Mrs. Sparrow exchanged an embarrassed stare and then glanced my way.

I followed him in haste, fuming at him for not listening to me. “You are not allowed to go into my son’s room, l–yelled, axempting to reach him, but his long legs gave him the advantage to reach the top quicker than I did.

However, the moment he reached his bedroom and swirled the doorknob, we both realized that Turner had locked the door. from inside.