Alpha Hunter - Chapter 73: Chapter 73

Ashlyn Knight:
It’s been two days since Samuel and I decided to get married a week from now, and I’ve been so happy. I’ve already told Polline, and we’re planning everything as quickly and silently as possible from our side.
“Mom! Are you ready? Daddy will be here any minute now,” Turner called for me as I stood in the kitchen, filling a water bottle.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I replied, turning to Polline, who knew it would be hard for me to go through the park with Turner and Ian, but I didn’t deny it because Turner wanted to go with his parents.
He had expressed to me many times that he wanted to spend time with the both of us together like his other friends did. I didn’t want to break his little heart and innocent wish.
“Just wish me strength to deal with Ian,” I rolled my eyes at the mention of his name. I expected him to dismiss the idea himself, but then I knew he would never do that and would want me to tell my kid I can’t do it and look bad.
“I hope you deal with him today. But Ashlyn, are you going to tell him about the wedding? What if he had found out about it and tells Turner? You should have already spoken to Turner and told him about it,” Polline suggested, and I felt like a fool for not doing it earlier.
It was a big deal because our lives were going to change. We would live with Samuel, or he would come here and live with us.
“Oh no!” I slapped my forehead, realizing how right she was.
“I think you should have done a lot of things by now,” I commented, acknowledging that I hadn’t even considered moving in with Samuel. His mansion was a castle, actually, and I didn’t want to get lost in there.
“Let’s just pray Ian doesn’t know, and you get to come back home with Turner in one piece. But tonight, we are going to talk with Turner,” Polline eyed me to walk out as a car parked in the parking lot. It was time that I faced Ian again.
I walked out wearing a blue dress and saw Ian come out of his car in a black shirt and blue jeans, wearing black sunglasses. He looked very freshly taken care of.
I assumed he didn’t know about the wedding yet; otherwise, his reaction would have been explosive. He hugged Turner and then sat him down in the back seat, walking all the way to the passenger side and holding the door open for me.. It was slightly uneasy when I walked closer to him and inhaled his strong cologne before slipping into the passenger seat.
I remember how I used to find him so hot when driving with one hand and playing with the pendant on his neck. He was doing the same, and it also made me remember that he used to do that when he was either bothered or heavily consumed by some thoughts.
We reached the park, and soon Turner was off to play with the friends he had made in the park. Ian and I sat down on the bench in an awkward silence, and for the first few minutes, we just watched the kids play.
“So, you’re not going to invite me then?” Ian started, and right off the bat, he made it clear that he had already found out about the wedding.
“Um, it’s just a close circle of friends,” I lied. Samuel was inviting the whole rogue community for this wedding.
“Hmm! And in that circle, your kid’s father can’t be included?” Ian continued to ask, making me uncomfortable.
The way things have been between us in the last few weeks gave me the idea that he would be angry at me for officially making Samuel Turner’s stepfather. But unlike my worries, he was very calm about it.
“Why would you want to come, Ian? I think it’s better that we keep our interactions minimal,” I turned to look at him and found his head tilted, his body facing me.
“Why not? It’s my ex-mate and my ex-best friend’s wedding. Besides, my son will be there,” I didn’t get what he was trying to do. The Ian I knew would die before attending my wedding. Was it his way of ruining my day by staying in my sight and reminding me of my past failed wedding?
“But you don’t like your ex best friend or your ex mate,” I groaned in frustration.
“I like my son,” he responded.
“I will see,” I uttered, looking away instantly. My eyes fell on Turner, who was making friends and laughing with them. The young boy he just met was introducing Turner and his friends to his parents. I noticed Turner suddenly becoming too shy and silent.
I’ve noticed that a lot about him. Whenever he would meet his friend’s parents, he would go silent. I wondered what was going through his head.
“What about you? Are your parents here too?” After meeting all his friends’ parents, the boy turned to ask Turner, who nodded before looking over to us. After a brief moment of silence, a huge smile covered his lips, and he pointed in our direction.
“I am the alpha king’s son,” Turner said, and the boy he had just met gasped. Even his parents instantly bowed down to Ian from afar, who waved his hand at them, accepting their greetings.
“Soon he will be introducing Samuel as his father to everyone, I heard Ian make a comment before getting up to meet them in person. I stayed behind, contemplating his behavior.
‘He is up to something. There is no way he is okay with the idea of us getting married to his ex-best friend, Nera stated, and I nodded my head.
After spending a whole day together and even eating lunch, Ian dropped us at our mansion. My son rushed inside first to tell Polline all about what he did today while I stayed outside to have one last word with Ian before he departed for his mansion.
“Ian!” I said, and he halted going into his car again. He raised his head to hear what I had to say.
“You wanted to know if you could come to the wedding,” I uttered and noticed that he narrowed his eyes at me for my response.
“Can I?” he asked again, but I don’t know why he looked hopeful. Why wanting to attend your ex-mate’s wedding?
“No! I am sorry. But I think it would be better if you don’t come to the wedding,” I announced my decision in confidence. I would not let him ruin my day like I didn’t ruin his the night I saw him dance with Maya and getting engaged to her.
“It’s going to be my day, and I don’t want anyone to ruin it for me,” I finished. The look of shock was visible on his face but I had made my mind at this point and had even told him my decision. That night, I returned to my room and cried myself to sleep with my child alone.
“Got it,” the hurt in his voice didn’t make me feel guilty after the memory of his engagement night. He got into his car and drove off. But my night was far from being over. I needed to speak to my son and tell him about my decision.