The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 29

Dominic’s POV

“Have you found her yet?”

My mother questioned as she ca into my study, making flinch in surprise. She sat across from and her hands folded neatly in her lap, she had been hard on ever since I lost my Luna — Samantha, though I knew there was still concern lurking behind her eyes, after all, I was her son. Mother was never one to press unnecessarily, but when she did, it was because she cared.

“Yes, but she doesn’t have to do anything with anymore,” I muttered, leaning back in the chair and scrubbing a hand down my face.

Mother tilted her head, her piercing gaze pinning in place, sohow, she reminded of Dad, stern, yet Mom still had softness in her. “And why would that be, Dominic? Have you ever thought about why she would not want to see you?”

I stiffened, clenching my jaw. I did not need her to spell it out. The truth hung like a noose, choking as if punishing for the cris I had done. “I made mistakes,” I admitted gruffly. “I know that.”

“Mistakes,” she repeated softly, her tone was devoid of judgnt but heavy with disappointnt, as his son and as the Alpha of the pack she and my father had built. “Samantha did not just leave because of mistakes, Dominic. She left because she was broken. And do you know who broke her?”

Her words were like daggers piercing my chest, each one striking deeper than the last, and each stab waking up with the harsh truth of the past. I swallowed hard, my hands clenching into fists. “I never ant to hurt her,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“But you did.” her voice cracked slightly, betraying the emotions she tried to keep in check. “You hurt her by neglecting her, by not seeing her worth. That girl did everything for you, Dominic. For this pack. She loved you, truly and deeply, and you—” She stopped, exhaling shakily. “You pushed her away.”

I stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. “I know, okay? I know I failed her!” My voice rose as frustration and guilt spilled over. “But I can’t change the past.”

“No,” she said, rising to her feet. “But you can fight for the future. If you truly love her, Dominic, you will stop feeling sorry for yourself and start making ands.”

I wanted to argue, to defend myself, but the truth was, I had no defense. She was right. Samantha had given everything, and I had given her nothing but pain in return.

“She used to take care of you when you were too stubborn to take care of yourself,” she continued. “Do you rember the ti you were injured during that rogue attack? You refused help from anyone, but Samantha stayed up all night tending to your wounds. She was so gentle, Dominic, so patient. And when you finally passed out from exhaustion, she was still there, watching over you like you were the only thing that mattered.”

I closed my eyes, the mory rushing back with startling clarity. I rember waking up to find Samantha asleep in a chair beside my bed, her head resting on her arms. I had brushed it off at the ti, too proud to acknowledge the care she had shown .

“She was Luna in every way that mattered, even if you did not acknowledge it because she was wolfless and you were too crazy looking for your mate that you were not even sure if it existed,” she remarked. “She ran the pack when you were too busy with... other things. She made sure everyone was fed, cared for, protected. And you—” Her voice broke, and she turned away, composing herself.

I didn’t need her to finish. I knew exactly what she was about to say. ‘And you repaid her by chasing after Olivia.’

The guilt was stifling like a vice tightening around my chest. How many tis had I dismissed Samantha’s efforts? How many nights had she gone to bed alone while I was off with Olivia?

“I thought...” My voice faltered, the words catching in my throat. “I thought she was just after the title of a Luna. That she did not truly want .”

She turned back to , “She didn’t want you, Dominic? Or did she just want you to see her, to choose her, to love her the way she deserved?”

Her words hit like a freight train, and I sank back into the chair, burying my face in my hands. “She doesn’t want now,” I muttered. “I went to Moonstone Pack, tried to talk to her, and she... she pushed away.”

“What did you expect?” she spat, her words were like a slap to my face. “That she would welco you back with open arms after everything? Trust is earned, Dominic, and you have a long way to go.”

I looked up at her as I asked, “How do I fix it?”

“You start by showing her that you have changed,” she uttered simply. “That you are willing to fight for her, not because she’s your Luna, but because she deserves it. And you don’t give up, Dominic. Not if you truly love her.”

I nodded slowly, knowing that she was right. Samantha deserved better than what I had given her, and it was ti I beca the man she needed to be.

As I left the study, mories clawed their way to the forefront of my mind. Samantha’s face haunted , the fury and disdain in her eyes when I had cornered her in the Moonstone Pack, demanding answers. She had looked at like I was a stranger, soone unworthy of her ti or energy, and yet, behind the anger, there was pain, a pain I knew I had caused. Her voice had wavered when she denied the twins were mine, and though she had shouted her denials, sothing about the way she had said it gnawed at . She was hiding sothing, and the truth was there, just beyond my grasp.

But her anger was not unfounded, was it? The truth hit like a punch to my gut, carving out any excuses I could muster. Samantha had given everything— everything— for , for the pack. I rembered her constantly moving through the halls of our ho, handling disputes, tending to the injured, and ensuring the pack had what it needed. She had cared for in ways I had been too blind or too arrogant to see at the ti. When I was injured, she had been there, her gentle touch as she bandaged wounds that I had not even realized I had. When I was absent, lost in my own ambitions, it was she who held the pack together.

She had been Luna in every sense of the word, even when I had failed to be the man she deserved. I had ignored her sacrifices, dismissed her worth, and then shattered the life we had. My stomach twisted at the mory of the nights I spent with Olivia, oblivious to the woman who had quietly endured and carried the weight of everything I should have been. Samantha had been nothing short of extraordinary, and I had treated her like she was less than ordinary.

And now, she hated . That much was clear from the way she had faced in the Moonstone Pack. Her loathing was like a cold, impenetrable wall that acted as a barrier keeping from the truth. But beneath the layers of anger and defiance, there was a glimpse of sothing else. Hurt. Betrayal. Maybe even a lingering shard of the love she once had for . I had to believe it was still there, because if it wasn’t, what was the point of fighting for her?

I walked down the corridor, thinking that Samantha was right to hate . But I was not the sa man I had been anymore. I couldn’t be. Not if I wanted any chance of undoing the damage I had done.

When I returned to the Moonstone Pack, I would not leave until I had the truth. This was not just about the twins anymore; it was about her. About us. And this ti, I wouldn’t demand answers like so entitled fool. I would fight for her — for us.

No matter how long it took, I would make things right. I had to. Because losing her forever was a future I wasn’t willing to face.