The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 20

Dominic’s POV

“They are gone,” Mr. Bennett said with frustration clearly visible on his face as he stood in front of .

“What the hell do you an, gone?” I asked making both him and Ethan turn to . They had been talking about two kids they had picked up on the road and brought here to the hotel for the Summit.

“We found them near the western border,” Ethan interjected with a defensive tone. “Two kids, twins. They looked scared and hungry, so we brought them back here to figure out who they belonged to.”

“And?” I prompted, already feeling my patience thinning.

“They slipped away,” Mr. Bennett admitted, his jaw tightening. “Smart little ones, too. Gave us the slip before we could get any answers.”

I folded my arms, my irritation simring just below the surface because they had brought their kids which ans they were our responsibility, and these were my n, mbers of my pack. I would not want any rumors about our pack mbers picking kids from the road and having them disappear. That would surely taint my na and my pack’s reputation. Worst, we are in a conference with other packs. What if they heard about this incident?

“You’re telling two kids managed to outwit two grown n? People would talk if they found out about how reckless we are, or worse, they might spin a story that we made two kids disappear. Imagine how this incident would affect the pack.”

“Then we just have to find them,” Mr. Bennett replied nonchalantly.

Then Ethan interjected, frowning and his eyes were looking at nothing in the distance as if thinking too deeply, reminiscing of sothing he had yet let out.

“They are not ordinary kids,” Ethan muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “You should have seen their eyes, Dominic. They looked...” He trailed off, shaking his head.

“Looked like what?” I snapped.

“Familiar,” he said finally, eting my gaze. “You will understand if you see them.”

My chest tightened at his words, though I did not fully understand why. “Then go find them,” I ordered.

Ethan nodded quickly, but I did not give them a chance to leave when I caught a faint scent in the air, so similar to Samantha’s, but more... subtle. I turned toward the opened door and my wolf stirred restlessly just the thought of her.

“I’ll handle this,” I uttered to them as I left.

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It did not take long to find them. As I rounded a corner, I found them: two small figures, a boy and a girl, standing close together and whispering.

“Well, who are you two little guys?” I uttered, gaining their attention

The boy turned, and for a mont, his ocean blue eyes locked onto mine. And then recognition hit like a punch to the gut, they looked like they were Samantha’s eyes, staring back at from this child’s face.

The girl froze a few steps away, her wide eyes darting between and her twin brother. Despite the hesitance and wariness in her eyes, her chin was lifted with a boldness that sent a pang through my chest. She reminded of Samantha, fierce, yet... pure and innocent, those eyes similar to her twin...

The girl spoke with her small voice high pitched voice. “Who are you?” she asked curiously but guarded, clearly wary of my presence.

I raised a brow at her. “I asked first.”

She did not back down. “We’re not telling you anything,” she said, her chin jutting out stubbornly.

Her defiance brought a flicker of amusent to my lips. These kids were not ordinary indeed. They had a fire burning in their eyes. Defiance and stubbornness — they remind of sothing, soone...

My eyes shifted to the boy, who was still glaring at . “We are looking for soone,” he finally said.

The girl stepped forward, placing herself between and her brother. “Yeah,” she said, “Our Mommy.”

“And what is your mom’s na?”

“We do not have to tell you,” the girl defiantly replied.

“Fair enough,” I comnted. Smart kids. “But you two should not be wandering around here on your own. It is dangerous.”

“We are not scared,” the boy quickly replied, lifting his chin, and trying to act tough.

“Maybe you should be,” I teased.

But then their stomachs growled loudly, breaking the tense mont. The boy flushed, and the girl’s eyes flicked toward the bustling restaurant visible through the hallway’s archway.

I sighed, stepping back. “You two are hungry.”

They did not answer, but their gaze lingered on the trays of food being carried out.

“Go ahead,” I said, gesturing toward the restaurant. “Eat. I’ll be right behind you.”

They exchanged a wary glance before moving cautiously toward the restaurant as if scared that they might break a thing if they acted too wild. I followed at a distance with my head whirring about their existence and how much they resembled Samantha. But perhaps... I was just imagining things. It’s impossible.

When they reached the table, they did not dive into the buffet as I expected. Instead, they sat neatly with their small hands folded on the table as they waited for a waiter to approach. The boy whispered sothing to the girl, who nodded before speaking politely to the server who went to ask for what they wanted.

I watched surprised and amazed at how they were remarkably well behaved for children so young in this place. I expected them to go rowdy and take food at the buffet table, and yet, here they were, sitting tight and with the napkins on their laps as if they had been taught well how to behave in this kind of place. One thing I was certain of was, that they had been being raised right. I gestured for the server to give them whatever they wanted when she was hesitant and began asking where their parents were. When she confird an adult’s supervision of the twins, she imdiately went to carry on their food.

Since they had taken a table for two, I took a place on another table to wait for them, and as I looked around the place a thought suddenly crept into my mind, unbidden — what would it have been like if Samantha and I had children?

The idea unfolded in my mind the thoughts of having children with Samantha. I imagined her body soft and warm beneath mine as I ramd into her, hard and nonstop, chasing our highs until her tight pussy was filled with my cum, and if it leaked out, I would push it all the way in, without wasting a single drop, and her greedy pussy would have to clench harder, milking my cock for every drop, while we do it over and over again. And my wolf rumbled in agreent, the territorial, primal side of demanding to claim her in every way imaginable.

Fuck. I could picture the way her cheeks would flush as she would beg for more, how her moans sounded, and the way her body trembled when she climaxed, it was taking back to the nights we had shared before.

I felt my cock twitch at the thought of getting her pregnant, filling her womb with my seed, and seeing her belly rounding, and carrying my child. The thought sent a surge of desire and possessiveness through , and god knows how much I would gamble just to see this in my reality.

But it was not just the idea of having children; it was the thought of creating life with her, of knowing she was bound to in a way that no one else ever could be. And my mind then drifted to the image of her holding our child, and her, glowing with strength and beauty that was uniquely hers.

I shook the thought away, and forced myself to focus on the matter at hand.

When the food arrived, they dug in with so much focus as if it was all that matter to them, and that made chuckle.

I leaned back in my seat, watching them closely. There was sothing about the way they moved, the way they interacted, that tugged at a part of I did not fully understand, as if they were sohow distantly familiar, like I have known them for so long, yet I have never known them before. It unsettled , but at the sa ti, there was sothing calming to be in their presence, like there was nothing else that mattered but them.

“Where are you from?” I asked after a while.

The boy ignored , shoving another bite of food into his mouth.

“Moonstone Pack” the girl said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

My jaw tightened at the ntion of Moonstone Pack. The thought of Killian having anything to do with these kids made my wolf snarl in the back of my mind. It can’t be. They can’t be his...

I tried mind linking Samantha, but as usual, the connection was blocked. My frustration grew as I turned to the next best option even though I felt that I should not be handing them to him.

“Killian,” I said through the link, not bothering to hide the disdain in my voice. “Are you missing two kids?”

There was a long pause before he answered. “Why?” he asked.

“Because they’re with .”

I glanced back at the twins, who were watching warily from the other table. They did not trust — not yet. But there was no denying the strange attachnt I felt toward them.