Chapter 26


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    “They’reing here?” Pollirie’s expression was one of shock, and I mirrored her initial reaction,


    although my feelings had shifted to annoyance.


    “Do you think they’re conspiring to annoy me?” I asked, cing my bag on the kitchen counter and


    voicing myint..


    “I doubt it. The rogue king might just be intrigued by the fact that one of the rogues has achieved so


    much,” she replied, her demeanor unconcerned about that particr scenario.


    However, I wasn’t convinced; it all seemed too coincidental.


    “You don’t get it. That Samuel is-” Before I could finish. Polline interrupted.


    “How does he look? Is he good–looking, young?” Of course, she was curious about the myth, the


    Rogue King.


    “He is handsome,” I mumbled awkwardly, helping her in the kitchen to avoid the ufortable eye


    contact.


    “Oh! I always wondered if it was a lie that he is young. How can someone so young and a rogue


    achieve all this?” She shrugged and focused on the meal she was preparing for Turner and me.


    “Polline, I really don’t want Turner around those two. When theye here tomorrow evening, can


    you keep him in his room somehow?” I requested, pouting.


    She sighed and turned to face me. “Listen up, kiddo. That kid is undergoing some huge changes.


    He’s be nosy, and whenever I tell him no, he uses emotional maniption against me. I don’t


    know if I can promise to keep him locked up, she said, flinging the spat around to emphasize the


    situation.


    “I don’t know what’s going on with him at this point,” I sighed, dropping the knife on the counter and


    giving up.


    “You need to keep an eye on him,” she eximed.


    I was genuinely worried about Turner and his recent behavior. With more to hide, he was bing


    increasingly curious.


    The day finally arrived, and I had been panicking nonstop.


    The revtion that he was my second chance mate and my rambling about the rogue king made


    me anxious.


    “Why couldn’t that jerk tell me he was the rogue king when he met me?‘ Iined while


    attempting to apply eyeliner for the second time, my hands shaky.


    ‘Then how would he have known what you thought about the rogue king, aka him?‘ Nera replied


    sarcastically.


    I’m so annoyed. Why do they have to be friends? I muttered, recalling if Hunter had ever mentioned


    a rogue friend before.


    ‘I remember, Nera knew what I was thinking, ‘remember the rich friend from the Midwest pack who


    got kicked out for exposing his father for cheating on his mother?‘ Nera was right; Hunter had briefly


    told me about this guy.


    I doubted they were that close until he got kicked out. Since our marriage was so short–lived, I


    never got to meet anyone from his friend circle.


    Tara’s arrival had further bound me to the mansion.


    ‘Oh yes! So how did he get so rich?‘ I frowned in confusion.


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    “Are you kidding me? He’ll think I’m interested in his money, I scoffed, considering that I was


    making enough to support my little family. The only thing I craved was a secure pack, but far away


    from this country.


    “They’re here!” Polline knocked on my door before ninning back to Turner’s room to keep him


    upied. She had engaged him with some games, so I hoped he wouldn’t realize we had guests.


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    I wore a ck top with ck pants and left my hair somewhat messy. I didn’t really need to get


    ready, but these two needed to see how well I was doing. I took a deep breath and walked out of


    the room, rushing to the main gate.


    As I opened the door, I saw Samuel smiling at me. He looked devilishly handsome and evil at the


    same time.


    “Hi, 1 greeted, clenching my jaw, then stepped aside to let him in. He wore a dark green coat with


    blue jeans and a white


    shirt.


    “Have a seat,” 1 said, pointing in the direction of the living room. I had made sure the entire house


    was spotless; they needed to see how beautiful my house was.


    amuel walked ahead of me, roamed around the living room, his eyes exploring every corner, and


    then raised his head to acknowledge the upper floor. I got agitated with his look, but thankfully, he


    lowered his head andfortably sat down on


    the couch.


    I ced the tray with wine bottles and ice on the table for him.


    “So, you live here with-, he smirked, watching me frantically look for the files to shift the


    conversation to work rather than discussing my personal life.


    “I’ve been nning this draft!” I cleared my throat and adjusted my body on the sofa next to the


    couch he was sitting on. That smirk on his face was taunting, and I wanted to knock it off. He was


    trying to assert his dominance over the fact that he knew a lot about me.


    “We’re not going to talk about the awkwardness?” hemented, making me roll my eyes and m


    the files on the table.


    “The rogue king is bleh?” he smirked again, reminding me of thements I made when he hid the


    truth about his identity. from me.


    “Why didn’t you tell me you were the rogue king?” I frowned angrily, hissing at him under my


    breath.


    “So that you could have faked your true feelings toward the rogue king’s work?” he chuckled,


    laughing at me essentially.


    “You’re so annoying,” Imented, and suddenly, he stoppedughing. He narrowed his eyes, and


    a lump formed in my throat. I didn’t expect such a quick reaction from him.


    He rushed up, hunching over me, making me lean back on the sofa, and watched his eyes roam


    over my face. I breathed profusely as he kept his face only a few inches away from mine, his hands


    blocking my path by being ced on the sofa.


    “You don’t even know how annoying I am in bed, he whispered, making me choke on hisment.


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