The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 1

Samantha’s POV

“Damn, you’re f*cking tight, Samantha,” Dominic muttered as he pushed his cock further in. I gripped his shoulders, a shock of pain jolting through as he continued, he looked focused but detached.

I looked up at him, trying to see sothing, anything, that would make this feel real, feel like more than a marital duty. His sharp jaw, the dark stubble that lined it, his deep, almost dangerous eyes. He had tanned skin and long, thick lashes that frad those intense eyes, a face that could draw anyone in without a word. He was everything a she-wolf could want, including , and he knew it.

This was the man I’d loved for years, the Alpha everyone admired, the one who made every other girl in the pack watch him with a mix of awe and longing, wanting, craving his attention, his touch, and everything of him. And now, here he was—my husband. I should have felt like the luckiest woman alive. But with every thrust, it was painfully clear that to him, I was just soone to use, a toy to play with anyti he needed.

He didn’t look at as a man looks at his mate, not with warmth, not with love. For him, I was just an object to toy with. His movents were rough, devoid of any real connection. He held my hips firmly, but there was no tenderness in his touch—just the persistent push and pull, it was not intimate.

I wanted to tell him it was my first ti, but before I could say anything, he pushed harder, filling with a sudden pressure that made gasp. I bit my lip to stifle a scream, tears pricking my eyes. He didn’t pause or seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn’t care.

This was supposed to be everything I’d ever dread of, and for years, I had wanted him, every part of craving a life with him, believing that one day, he’d see . He’d truly see ... and love .

But now, all I could feel was the hollow space between us, the cold stare despite the warmth of his body, the detached look despite how close we were, the distance that seed to separate us despite being skin-to-skin. I bit my lip to hold back the tears, refusing to let him see the way this tore apart. He leaned down, his dark hair falling across his brow, close enough that I could catch the faint scent of cedar and smoke clinging to his skin—a scent that once filled my fantasies, but now only reminded of how unreachable he was.

I see him as my everything, yet he looked at as if I were nothing, and this affair, as if he were just performing so unavoidable duty. However, for , it was more than just a duty.

“Relax, you wanted this,” he whispered to my ear, almost impatiently, his hands pinning down my hips, steadying as he stretched my pussy, tearing my hyn as he thrust deeper.

Dominic’s movents quickened, each thrust driving closer to the edge, a place where pain and desire blurred together. His lips brushed my neck, and I thought, hoped, for a mont he might mark , that he might claim as his. But instead, he pulled back, his lips curling into a smirk as he watched writhe beneath him.

“Look at you, such a slut,” he muttered with disdain. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be used like this?” he thrust with a mocking tone.

“No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, caught between sha and the humiliating pleasure he forced to feel.

He tightened his grip, thrusting even harder. “Don’t lie. You wanted this marriage. You wanted .” His eyes bore into mine, challenging, daring to deny it.

“Dominic,” I implored, feeling the build-up in my core. I clenched around his cock as he banged nonstop, “f*ck,” he grunted, gripping my hips tightly enough to leave bruises.

The tension continued to build inside , needing to be released, yet I couldn’t climb the high without him taunting with every hard thrust and withdrawal, denying the release that I craved.

He rubbed his fingers onto my clit, sending in another maddening spiral, he pinched and circled, and my back arched, aching for more pressure as he continued to fill with his cock, “Don’t stop,” I moaned.

The sha burned through , but the sensations overwheld everything else. I was caught in his spell, trapped between my own desires, and my own helpless love for a man who saw as an object.

“Yes. Ah!” I rolled my hips eting his thrust, closing my eyes, drunk in the sensation that burned my body, pushing to the edge. The shock of electricity coursing through every ti he deliberately hit my G-spot in a harder yet more pleasuring way was unbearable, teetering to the brink of collapse.

“You want more, huh?” he teased, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he watched squirm beneath him. “Tell how much you want it, Samantha.”

“No,” I whimpered, catching my breath while our body rocked in every thrust he made.

“Liar.” He slamd and I yelped. “Your tight pussy is choking my cock, Samantha. Lie, I dare you,” he threatened as he stopped moving, denying what I needed.

“I want you,” I breathed, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “I need you.”

“Beg,” he commanded, pausing, his breath heavy against my skin. “Beg for it, Samantha. Show how much you want this.”

“Please...” I whispered, my voice hoarse, defeated.

“Please what?” He teased, eyes narrowing, savoring every mont of my submission.

“Please, Dominic... I need you.”

A dark satisfaction lit his eyes as he resud his rhythm, harder, faster, each thrust sending spiraling toward the release I both dreaded and craved. I gripped the sheets, my body arching toward him as he filled completely.

“god, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his hands roaming over my body. I could feel his fingers digging into my thighs, holding in place as he drove deeper, harder, claiming in a way I had only fantasized about.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, my breath hitching with every powerful thrust.

The way he said it made my heart race, and my core throbbed, sensing the impending release. The tension coiled tightly within, each thrust pushing closer to that edge.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, grunting as he chased his own high. “I want to see you fall apart for .” He thrust harder, and I felt that overwhelming wave crashing down, pulling under.

“Oh god, I’m—” The tension built inside , coiling tighter and tighter until I could no longer hold back. With one final, brutal thrust, he pushed over the edge, and I shattered, the pleasure wracking my body in waves that left breathless.

He drove into one last ti, harder, more desperate, riding my climax, and filling completely as I lost myself in the sensation.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his body tightening as he released his load inside , spurting, filling my cunt.

I remained still, trembling from the aftershocks, he pulled away, leaving cold and exposed. I watched as he stood, reaching for his clothes with a casual indifference that felt like a slap.

He barely glanced at , as if I were already forgotten.

“Where are you going?” I managed to ask.

“Don’t overthink it,” he replied, pulling on his shirt. “It’s just sex, nothing more.”

“But... you didn’t mark ,” I stamred, the realization hitting like a punch to the gut. My heart sank at the thought, that even though I gave him myself, he still couldn’t love .

He paused, looking back at with a hint of annoyance. “Mark you? Why would I do that? This was an arranged marriage, Samantha. Don’t fool yourself into thinking it ans anything to .”

“Dominic... we’re married,” I tried to remind him, desperation clawing at my voice.

He laughed coldly, mocking, and indifferent. “Marriage is just a contract, Samantha. You’re nothing more than a Luna with no wolf, an obligation I’m bound to. Don’t read more into it than that.”

As I lay there alone, mories of our wedding flooded my mind.

The sun stread through the bridal suite as I stood before the mirror in my wedding dress. Lena, my soon to be mother in law, entered and gasped. “Oh, Samantha, you look absolutely stunning!”

“If only your mother could see you in this dress,” she said, her voice tinged with sadness.

I forced a smile. “She would have loved it. But I’m lucky to have you, Lena. You’ve been like a mother to .”

Lena bead, pride shining through her tears. “You’re going to be a beautiful Luna. Dominic is so lucky to have you.”

Just then, the door swung open, and Dominic strode in. The mont he saw , his expression soured. “What’s all this? A wolfless Luna in a fancy dress? How quaint,” he mocked.

Lena stepped between us, glaring. “Dominic, that’s enough. Samantha is going to be your wife. She doesn’t need to have a wolf to be a Luna.”

“Really?” he scoffed. “You think that’s enough? This is ridiculous.”

Lena’s eyes narrowed. “It’s considered unlucky for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding. You need to leave.”

“Unlucky?” Dominic laughed. “What does that even matter? I’m unlucky enough to be marrying Samantha as it is.”

His words cut deep. I swallowed hard, trying not to cry. I had hoped for kindness from him today, but instead, he served disdain.

“Get out, Dominic,” Lena said firmly. “Let her have this mont. Go find sothing to occupy your ti.”

Dominic glared but eventually shrugged, turning to leave. “Whatever. Don’t fool yourself into thinking I’ll ever play the doting husband. You’re just a wolfless Luna to be used.”