Alpha Hunter - Chapter 81: Chapter 81
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Ashlyn Knight:
I was under Samuel’s tight grip, as he was about to forcefully mark me when the door swung open and somebody hurriedly emerged. It all happened so quickly that it took my mind a moment to even react. I was still shaken and frozen, as if Samuel was about to mark me. Ian kicked Samuel against the wall, and he was already back on his feet, lunging at Ian.
I was silently gasping for air, wondering how my life went from getting ready to be Samuel’s bride to watching the alpha king and rogue king fight for me?
Polline got up and came over to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me aside. She began to rub my back to ease me up. My eyes kept getting filled with tears of disbelief. Ian and Samuel had each other by the collars, grunting as if their wolves were about to take control.
“How dare you try to mark her by force?” Ian yelled, while Samuel grunted in response.
“You’re the one to talk? You blackmailed her into accepting you, on our fucking wedding day” Samuel screamed back. I finally snapped out of the trance and realized the chaos that had erupted.
I glanced towards the door and noticed that Turner hadn’t come with Ian. But he must be nearby. I hurried to the door and saw Turner slowly walking out of the elevator, chatting with some kid.
“Both of you just stop!” I yelled, finally finding my voice. I had been silent for too long. The two stopped and turned towards me. Polline rushed between them and pushed them apart.
“So, this is the perfect second chance mate you were marrying, huh?” Ian scoffed, running his hand over his face to calm himself down and make himself look presentable while still yelling at me.
“You’re not any better,” Samuel screamed back.
“And that gives you the right to force a mark on me? Just because he’s mistreating me, you thought you could do the same?” Tears welled up in my eyes as I addressed Samuel directly. I did not expect that from Samuel.
“What difference is left between you and him then?” I approached Samuel and noticed Ian squaring up once again.
“Do you really want to know the difference, Ashlyn? I want to accept you because I love you. But he’s doing this out of spite. Not only is he blackmailing you, but he’s also using your son for that purpose. And you still want to know the difference?” Samuel broke down, and it moved me.
I had never seen him cry like that. He had always kept himself composed, his manners in check.
“I prepared this whole wedding and invited everyone, Ashlyn. I did all that just so that you will marry him and leave me behind with a broken heart and so many people to face?” He placed his hand on his chest, speaking about his heart.
I didn’t know how to respond. He was right in his feelings because I did that to him.
“Ashlyn! You could have waited to talk to me. Do you have any idea how I’m feeling right now? After loving you so much, I feel like I’m nothing to you,” he continued, stepping back, almost tripping over the table. I wanted to support his body, but he raised his hand, signaling me not to cross the line.
“You have all the time in the world to cry now. I’m not here to waste my time anymore. My son is on his way here, and I need to take him and his mother out of here,” Ian announced, adjusting his coat as if he hadn’t ruined someone’s wedding.
I wanted to feel bad for Samuel, but at the moment, I was also mad that he had tried to forcefully mark me. It really upset
me.
“Let them talk,” Polline told Ian, who shook his head.
“My son is here. I’m not leaving her here with this psycho who wants to double mark her.”
I wanted to yell at Ian, but Turner had already arrived by then.
“I guess I was just a mere unwanted side link,” Samuel whispered, making sure my son didn’t hear him before he lowered his head and rushed past Turner to exit the room.
“Is Uncle Sam okay?” Turner asked, trying to look outside and see where Sam had gone with the crown he had brought with himself. It was now even more awkward as we stood before Turner, who could tell from my face that I had been crying.
“Mommy! Are you okay?” Turner rushed over to me as expected and hugged my feet. I raised my head and glanced at Ian, who was the cause behind this destruction.
“Your mommy is not getting married to Uncle Samuel today,” Ian declared, unwrapping Turner’s arms from around my feet and pulling him over to himself.
“But why? Why would Uncle Sam do that to mommy?” Turner instantly looked over, but Ian had carried him in his arms by then.
“We will talk about it later. Right now, we need to leave,” Ian added, and Turner kept turning his neck to look my way. “But where are we going now?” Turner questioned.
“To my mansion. You, me, and mommy!” As soon as Ian said that, Turner smiled widely and raised his hands happily.
“Really? Mommy is coming with us?” It was evident that my son was happy to be with his father as long as I was a part of their little reunion.
“Yes! Mommy is not scared of that mansion anymore,” Ian said to my son before he raised his head and raised his eyebrow at me.
I couldn’t believe I had lived for years with him and never found out how evil he could be.
“I am taking Turner with me. You have two minutes to come follow us,” Ian said to me without looking my way. “Polline! You can come too,” he added, as if we would be grateful about him letting Polline stay with us.
“Thank you, but I guess I will go back to my apartment,” Polline said, my head turned to her, and tears formed in my eyes. Although she took my side, it was pretty evident that she was also not happy with my decision.
“Okay then!” Ian said, setting Turner down. “I am taking her with me.” He suddenly grasped my arm, and when I tried to step away, I noticed Turner looking at us. For the sake of my child, I forced a smile and nodded, dropping my resistance.
“You’ll come tomorrow, right?” Turner asked Polline, who nodded in return. She gave him a nod, but in reality, I knew she wasn’t going to live with us.
My heart was now pounding, crying at the loss of so many relationships in just a matter of hours. All because Ian didn’t want someone else to be Turner’s father. Ian then carried Turner again but kept me under his grasp with his other hand and dragged me out of the room. I followed him because I didn’t want Turner to find out what kind of a messed-up man his father was. And just like that, I was back to being mates with Ian
I was under Samuel’s tight grip, as he was about to forcefully mark me when the door swung open and somebody hurriedly emerged. It all happened so quickly that it took my mind a moment to even react. I was still shaken and frozen, as if Samuel was about to mark me. Ian kicked Samuel against the wall, and he was already back on his feet, lunging at Ian.
I was silently gasping for air, wondering how my life went from getting ready to be Samuel’s bride to watching the alpha king and rogue king fight for me?
Polline got up and came over to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me aside. She began to rub my back to ease me up. My eyes kept getting filled with tears of disbelief. Ian and Samuel had each other by the collars, grunting as if their wolves were about to take control.
“How dare you try to mark her by force?” Ian yelled, while Samuel grunted in response.
“You’re the one to talk? You blackmailed her into accepting you, on our fucking wedding day” Samuel screamed back. I finally snapped out of the trance and realized the chaos that had erupted.
I glanced towards the door and noticed that Turner hadn’t come with Ian. But he must be nearby. I hurried to the door and saw Turner slowly walking out of the elevator, chatting with some kid.
“Both of you just stop!” I yelled, finally finding my voice. I had been silent for too long. The two stopped and turned towards me. Polline rushed between them and pushed them apart.
“So, this is the perfect second chance mate you were marrying, huh?” Ian scoffed, running his hand over his face to calm himself down and make himself look presentable while still yelling at me.
“You’re not any better,” Samuel screamed back.
“And that gives you the right to force a mark on me? Just because he’s mistreating me, you thought you could do the same?” Tears welled up in my eyes as I addressed Samuel directly. I did not expect that from Samuel.
“What difference is left between you and him then?” I approached Samuel and noticed Ian squaring up once again.
“Do you really want to know the difference, Ashlyn? I want to accept you because I love you. But he’s doing this out of spite. Not only is he blackmailing you, but he’s also using your son for that purpose. And you still want to know the difference?” Samuel broke down, and it moved me.
I had never seen him cry like that. He had always kept himself composed, his manners in check.
“I prepared this whole wedding and invited everyone, Ashlyn. I did all that just so that you will marry him and leave me behind with a broken heart and so many people to face?” He placed his hand on his chest, speaking about his heart.
I didn’t know how to respond. He was right in his feelings because I did that to him.
“Ashlyn! You could have waited to talk to me. Do you have any idea how I’m feeling right now? After loving you so much, I feel like I’m nothing to you,” he continued, stepping back, almost tripping over the table. I wanted to support his body, but he raised his hand, signaling me not to cross the line.
“You have all the time in the world to cry now. I’m not here to waste my time anymore. My son is on his way here, and I need to take him and his mother out of here,” Ian announced, adjusting his coat as if he hadn’t ruined someone’s wedding.
I wanted to feel bad for Samuel, but at the moment, I was also mad that he had tried to forcefully mark me. It really upset
me.
“Let them talk,” Polline told Ian, who shook his head.
“My son is here. I’m not leaving her here with this psycho who wants to double mark her.”
I wanted to yell at Ian, but Turner had already arrived by then.
“I guess I was just a mere unwanted side link,” Samuel whispered, making sure my son didn’t hear him before he lowered his head and rushed past Turner to exit the room.
“Is Uncle Sam okay?” Turner asked, trying to look outside and see where Sam had gone with the crown he had brought with himself. It was now even more awkward as we stood before Turner, who could tell from my face that I had been crying.
“Mommy! Are you okay?” Turner rushed over to me as expected and hugged my feet. I raised my head and glanced at Ian, who was the cause behind this destruction.
“Your mommy is not getting married to Uncle Samuel today,” Ian declared, unwrapping Turner’s arms from around my feet and pulling him over to himself.
“But why? Why would Uncle Sam do that to mommy?” Turner instantly looked over, but Ian had carried him in his arms by then.
“We will talk about it later. Right now, we need to leave,” Ian added, and Turner kept turning his neck to look my way. “But where are we going now?” Turner questioned.
“To my mansion. You, me, and mommy!” As soon as Ian said that, Turner smiled widely and raised his hands happily.
“Really? Mommy is coming with us?” It was evident that my son was happy to be with his father as long as I was a part of their little reunion.
“Yes! Mommy is not scared of that mansion anymore,” Ian said to my son before he raised his head and raised his eyebrow at me.
I couldn’t believe I had lived for years with him and never found out how evil he could be.
“I am taking Turner with me. You have two minutes to come follow us,” Ian said to me without looking my way. “Polline! You can come too,” he added, as if we would be grateful about him letting Polline stay with us.
“Thank you, but I guess I will go back to my apartment,” Polline said, my head turned to her, and tears formed in my eyes. Although she took my side, it was pretty evident that she was also not happy with my decision.
“Okay then!” Ian said, setting Turner down. “I am taking her with me.” He suddenly grasped my arm, and when I tried to step away, I noticed Turner looking at us. For the sake of my child, I forced a smile and nodded, dropping my resistance.
“You’ll come tomorrow, right?” Turner asked Polline, who nodded in return. She gave him a nod, but in reality, I knew she wasn’t going to live with us.
My heart was now pounding, crying at the loss of so many relationships in just a matter of hours. All because Ian didn’t want someone else to be Turner’s father. Ian then carried Turner again but kept me under his grasp with his other hand and dragged me out of the room. I followed him because I didn’t want Turner to find out what kind of a messed-up man his father was. And just like that, I was back to being mates with Ian
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