The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 11

Samantha’s POV

“The Alpine Bar is just down the street,” one of the Alphas recomnded but the others refused, uttering bad experiences in the said establishnt.

I had not expected the eting to end on such a strange note. The mont the rogue incident was resolved, the Alphas and Betas seed eager to blow off steam as they planned to go to one of the nearest bars in the area. Jokes were shared, and a few of them were already laughing, the threat of the hybrid seed to have been pushed aside for a temporary escape.

We all left the conference hall once they had decided on a place, but I was not in the mood for a drink.

“Sam!” Killian called, jogging up to with a mischievous grin. “Co with us. We could use a little distraction, right?” he convinced.

I folded my arms, already shaking my head. “Thanks, but I’ll pass. I think I’ve had enough excitent for one day.”

Killian groaned dramatically, his hand over his heart. “You’re no fun,” he teased, acting like he had been hurt by my refusal.

“I’m plenty of fun,” I shot back, managing a small smile. “But I would rather have all my wits about , especially with everything that is happening.”

He gave a resigned sigh, though his eyes glinted with humor. “Fine, your loss. But don’t bla if you miss out on seeing so truly embarrassing drunk Alpha monts,” he joked, although that would have been too hilarious to witness— the Alpha’s getting out of control because of alcohol.

“I’ll survive,” I promised.

Killian wandered off, joining the others as they headed out, and I made my way back to my hotel room. The hallways were quiet, almost eerily so, and the adrenaline from the eting had left feeling jittery. As soon as I reached my room, I went into the bathroom and showered, then I collapsed onto the bed after changing into my nightgown, hoping for a peaceful sleep.

But peace never seed to last long.

Just as I was dozing off to slumber, the quietness of my room was pierced by the shrill ringing of my phone, I imdiately grabbed it thinking that it might probably be Annie, calling about the twins. But when I saw the caller ID, I braced myself, thinking that sothing might have gone wrong.

“Hello?”

“Samantha?” It was Alpha Baron. “You need to co pick up Killian.”

“What?” I sat up, frowning. “Why? What happened?”

“He’s really drunk. Like, dangerously drunk,” the Alpha explained, sounding exasperated. “He’s making a scene, and we can’t handle him. You’re probably the only one he will listen to.”

I ran a hand over my face. Killian never got that drunk, not without a reason. “Fine. Where are you?”

The Alpha rattled off the na of the bar, and I reluctantly got to my feet. So much for taking it easy. I slipped into a silk night robe and slippers in irritation at the disturbed sleep that I could have had, but thinking about Killian, whatever had gotten into him, it must have been bad.

When I arrived at the bar, I even had to argue with the security for not being “properly dressed”, but I did not care, I was not going to flip my luggage and search for an appropriate one just to pick up a drunk man, I was already annoyed that I had to delay my sleep. Well, eventually, after showing him how frustrated I was that I had to co and pick up a drunk man in the middle of the night, he assud that I was there to get my drunk husband so he let in, saying that he had witnessed so incidents before. Inside the place was a noisy ss. Music thumped, voices shouted over each other, and the sll of alcohol was overwhelming. I spotted Killian almost imdiately, slumped over a table with a half-empty glass in hand. His normally composed deanor was shattered, and he looked... defeated.

“Killian,” I called, making my way over to him.

He lifted his head, his eyes glazed but lighting up when he saw . “Sam!” he slurred, his grin sloppy as he raised his hand as if to wave at my presence. “You ca to rescue .”

“More like babysit,” I muttered, folding my arms. “What the hell happened?”

Killian laughed, the sound bitter. “Had a little competition with the mighty Alpha Dominic.” He gestured wildly, nearly knocking over his drink. “And the prize was you.”

I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of annoyance. “You used as so kind of pissing contest?”

He looked sheepish but unrepentant. “It was supposed to be fun. But he... he took it too seriously.” His expression darkened, and he mumbled sothing I could not catch.

Before I could process that prickling awareness at the back of my neck, I turned— and there he was. Dominic stood a few feet away, his tall fra was rigid, his fist was curled and his jaw clenched. Beside him, Olivia practically draped herself over his arm, her fingers curling around his bicep, as if trying to stake a claim. The sight of them together twisted sothing painfully deep inside , and I hated that I cared.

I tugged my silk robe tighter around myself, acutely aware of how my thin nightgown clung to my skin beneath. I had been in such a rush and annoyed to get here that I had not bothered about changing, and now, with Dominic’s eyes locked on , the heat of his gaze and the mory of an earlier encounter in the forest made my cheeks burn.

His dark eyes swept over and noticed every detail, taking in the way the silk robe barely covered my legs, and the way my hair spilled loose around my shoulders, his eyes darkened. A flash of sothing primal and raw crossed his face— jealousy, clear and unmistakable. His fists clenched tighter at his sides, and a muscle ticked in his jaw as he fought to control himself.

Olivia, oblivious or perhaps choosing to ignore the change in his deanor, leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered sothing. But Dominic did not even flinch. He shrugged her off, pushing her hand away with a force that bordered on a rough gesture. Olivia’s eyes widened, hurt and confusion flashing across her face, but he did not spare her a single glance. His focus was solely on and my hand that rested on Killian’s shoulder.

Confusion clouded my thoughts. ‘What was he doing?’ If he and Olivia were a couple, why act like that? It did not make sense. None of this made sense.

I turned to Killian and helped him up, my arm around his waist and his around my shoulder.

Dominic’s eyes darkened, his gaze narrowing as it dropped to where Killian’s arm draped across my shoulders. His lips curled slightly, a silent snarl that revealed the barest flash of his canines. It was a reaction I had seen before, one that scread of envy, of a territorial instinct that he could not suppress even if he wanted to.

He took a step forward, but Olivia grabbed his arm again, trying to pull him back. “Dominic,” she hissed heavily with frustration. “What’s wrong with you?”

Dominic ignored her completely, his entire body tensed as he watched struggle to support Killian’s weight.

I could feel his gaze searing into , but I refused to let it affect . He did not get to act possessive now, not after everything he had put through in the past. And besides, there’s Olivia.

Dominic took another step, and I thought he might co over, might do sothing reckless. His eyes locked onto mine, and his lips parted, as if he was about to say sothing. But then he stopped himself, his hands curling into fists. He was fighting a battle I could not understand, and the conflict in his expression made my heart pound in ways I wished it wouldn’t.

“Co on, Killian,” I muttered as he swayed dangerously, and I struggled to keep him steady. “We’re leaving.”

“Leaving already?” Dominic’s uttered with a challenging tone.

“Yeah,” I shot back, “so of us have responsibilities.”

Killian snorted, his head lolling. “She’s got better things to do than deal with your possessive ass, Dominic.”

That got a reaction. Dominic stepped forward, and for a split second, I thought he might actually start sothing. His eyes narrowed in barely restrained anger, and I braced myself. But instead of lashing out, he stopped, his fists clenching.

Olivia tried to tug him back, her patience clearly fraying. “Dominic, let’s go. You don’t need to waste ti on—”

“Enough,” he snapped, his voice cutting her off. Olivia’s mouth fell open, stunned, and he turned back to . “Samantha,” he said, almost like a command.

I refused to look at him and only left with a word. “Goodnight, Dominic.”

With that, I guided Killian out of the bar. Dominic’s behavior was spinning my thoughts in circles. He acted jealous and protective, but it did not line up with the image I had of him and Olivia. I thought they were a couple, and yet...

Once we stumbled into the parking lot, Killian slumped against my car, groaning. “He’s an idiot, you know,” he mumbled. “Dominic.”

I bit back a sigh. “You both are.”

Killian let out a dry laugh, but it quickly faded. “He still cares about you, Sam. Even if he doesn’t deserve you.”

I did not want to think about that, not now. “Co on, get in the car,” I said, opening the door.

But as I helped Killian in, I could not shake the feeling of Dominic’s eyes on , even as the bar faded behind us.