The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 157

[DOMINIC’s Point of View]

“Diana! Devon!”

Once Olivia disappeared, we ran straight to the coffin where Devon and Diana were lying. To my surprise, the coffin closed, covering both my twins with a heavy and thick crystal lid. My wife’s scream echoed all over the hall as I punched the crystal lid with all my strength. Killian and she did the sa in panic. But it was so tough that Killian broke his knuckles, and blood sprayed on the crystal lid from my busted fists.

“Enough!” Samantha cried as she dropped her face into both of her shaking hands. “Enough! You are both just hurting yourself!”

I stepped away from the coffin, panting and full of frustration. I covered the upper half of my face with my busted hand, smudging my forehead and my eyes with my blood like war paint. Killian cursed under his breath as his eyes brimd with tears, feeling so angry and scared for the twins, scared that we couldn’t do anything to get them both out. My teeth ground in anger as I roared and then looked at my wife. She was devastated, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how I could comfort her...

I was f*cking useless.

“What are we going to do now?! How are we going to get them out of that—that f*cking thing?!” Killian snarled in anger; he rested his hand on his hip, the other dragging down his face. I wanted to tell him to go the f*ck away and we didn’t need him. But I knew the last thing that Samantha would want to hear at that mont was and Killian fighting.

So I shut my mouth and looked around, hoping I could find anything that would help us get the kids out of that crystal coffin.

“Do you think they can breathe inside?” Samantha cried; her eyes were red and puffy, and it killed to watch her in that kind of agony. “Are they even still alive!?”

“I can feel them through the bond. They are just sleeping, my love,” I whispered to her as I held her hand. Her puffy eyes gazed up at , and my heart shattered into a thousand pieces once more. “We will get them out,” I promised her.

I wasn’t sure how. But I would do anything to save my twins and take them away from here...

I walked around the place. The corners were dark, and only small torches illuminated the place, dim enough for normal eyes to see the faces of what was inside the coffins. Then I looked up and squinted my eyes and noticed sothing strange on the ceiling.

My eyes widened, and my heartbeat went fast. I noticed carvings, engraved symbols, and letters on the ceiling that looked very familiar to . Then, deep into the darkness, I stepped closer and saw an altar behind a thick, black curtain that was draped to hide it.

I pulled the fabric away and revealed the structure in front of my wife and Killian. When I looked up again at the ceiling, that’s when I realized it was a genetic tree diagram of Samantha’s Clan... all carved down to her and our twins, Diana and Devon. There were two symbols of keys from above the coffins where my twins were imprisoned, and then I realized it was referring to them as the key to whatever was inside or was hidden in this place.

My forehead creased as I frowned. Under Samantha’s na on the diagram was a symbol of a cylinder, like a lock or sothing. What does it an? I asked myself, as I stared at my wife, who was sitting on a protruding rock in the middle of the circle, where the coffins encircling it were. Despair was etched on her face, and I wished I could just fucking destroy that crystal lid, but I was scared sothing might happen to the kids inside.

And it was so f*cking hard, like that of a diamond.

Samantha stood from her seat and then wiped her tears with the back of her hand. I wanted to approach her. I wanted to go check on her. But I worry she might push away or snarl at . She was upset and hurt, and I never wanted her to feel weak by constantly trying to be there for her. I knew Samantha. She wanted to face her fears and pain alone.

Despite trying hard not to go near her, I couldn’t help but walk towards my wife and hold her hand. Samantha turned her head towards slowly and then sadly smiled. Her smile felt like a thousand knives cutting my insides.

“I am here, love,” I murmured to her. “We will get them out...”

Samantha reached for the crystal lead again with tears in her eyes, and both of us were baffled when the thing illuminated, letting out a faint, crystalline light that pulsed like a heart.

Then sothing unexpected happened.

The rest of the crystal coffins pulsed and illuminated! Like Samantha activated sothing when she touched the coffin where Diana and Devon were, and then the rest of the coffins opened, except theirs.

“What the—”

Killian almost jumped in fright when the eyes of the mummified corpses opened. Even Samantha gasped and nearly scread when she saw one almost snatching her from the back.

The dead bodies looked more like zombies. Were they the people who had been protecting this place from their enemies? I still had no idea what that place was, but I knew it was filled with evil forces and spirits.

What were they hiding here that made Olivia and Richard want my children so desperately?!

Killian started pushing and kicking the walking corpses and I noticed right away that they were also after my wife. So I pulled Samantha behind and made sure none of them made even a small contact with her. My wife and I had seen crazy stuff for the past few days and I wasn’t sure what would happen if she touched any of these walking dead bodies!

“Don’t make any physical contact with these monsters, Samantha! We have no idea what would happen if they managed to touch you!”

“What would I do?!” she said in panic. “We are surrounded, Dominic!”

“Just stay behind !” I hissed between my teeth as I glared at the dead bodies walking unsteadily towards us. I kicked one in the gut and I expected it would fly from the other side of the room. But to my surprise, the monster was tough! It withstood the power of my kick and just flinched a little from it. I cursed under my breath as I pushed Samantha back, making sure she was safe behind .

Even Killian was having a hard ti pushing them away and we were getting cornered by a bunch of them!

“Do sothing! We can’t let them touch Samantha!” I snarled at him as he gave the one in front of him a roundhouse kick, but the corpse didn’t even budge.

“What the f*ck do you think I am doing?!” he almost half shrieked in panic as he kicked it again, but it kept on stepping forward like it made the Moonstone Alpha’s kick look like a kid’s kick.

Bring the Moonstone Alpha. He will be a huge help.

The f*ck he is!

My eyes widened when one of the corpses lunged towards Samantha, and I had to jump and stop it midair. When I moved away from her, Killian made sure to pull her behind him, so that’s when I felt relieved and kicked the dead guy in the face, almost twisting its neck, and its head turned into a gut-sickening position.

When I landed, I punched the two of them in the face. I saw from the corner of my eye how Killian smirked at Samantha as he whispered, “Your blood can heal wounds. Why don’t you just kiss right now? Maybe your lips can heal injuries too?”

This sh*thead!!!

I thought he was already mated to that Moonstone witch!?

I ramd the corpse out of my way, but when I lifted my face, I saw how Samantha leaned her head closer to lick Killian’s wound on the back of his hand. I felt my rage explode like wildfire in my chest. My eyes focused on the wound she licked and it let out a light that pulsed just like the crystal coffin lids did and I landed on my two feet, a few steps away from them, wide-eyed and baffled at what I had seen.

Even Killian was petrified at what happened.

[F*ck. It’s supposed to be just a joke, Dominic! I swear to the—]

Killian stopped explaining through mindlink when all the corpses around us kneeled in unison in front of my wife. My luna...

And the second all of them knelt, the stone in the middle of the coffins rose. The ground shook and dust and small stones fell from the ceiling, making the three of us almost stumble to the ground. As soon as the quaking of the floor stopped, that’s when I noticed that the stone in the middle was a statue that was buried underneath and resurfaced the second the corpses knelt.

Like what they had witnessed was enough proof that Samantha was sothing worthy of whatever was on the statue.

A Diadem—sitting on the top of the head of a maiden statue.

I thought I was blinded by sothing but a thick, purplish black smoke suddenly appeared near the statue and a voice screaming with anger as a hand reached for the diadem that was the sa color as my wife’s werewolf eyes.

“THAT DIADEM IS MINE! I AM THE SOLE HEIR TO THE THRONE!”