The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 32

Samantha’s POV

I froze at the bottom of the porch steps when I saw him. He was there, standing in the shadow of the old oak tree at the edge of the driveway. Dominic.

His eyes locked on mine instantly, and he looked like he had a thousand questions in his head and had no idea which one to ask first.

For a mont, neither of us moved. It was like the world had stilled, leaving just the two of us in this charged, suffocating silence.

I swallowed hard and forced myself to keep walking, ignoring the way my pulse raced and the way my wolf stirred uneasil, yet delightedly inside . Though I did not share the sa joy she felt.

“Samantha.”

His voice stopped dead in my tracks. Deep, rough, and filled with sothing I could not quite na, or one that I refused to — longing.

I did not turn around. “I have nothing to say to you.” I did not want to look into his eyes and feel guilty to all the lies that I said. Lena said he had changed, and that he was devastated when I left, and he was here to make ands, which I was not yet ready to.

“That’s not going to work,” he said, stepping closer. I could feel him behind now, too close for comfort. “Not this ti.”

I turned slowly, keeping my expression as neutral as possible even though my heart was pounding against my ribs. “What do you want, Dominic?”

He stared at like he could not believe I was real, his gaze scanning my face as if looking for sothing he had lost.

“You’ve been gone for six years,” he began. “Six years, Samantha. And yet you act like nothing happened?”

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him see how much his words affected . “I didn’t co back for you.”

His jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like you don’t care,” he snapped, his voice rising. “Like you did not leave without a word. Like you didn’t tear this pack apart.”

I flinched at the accusation, but I would not let him see it. “I left because I had to. You know that.”

“No, I don’t!” he shot back, his voice breaking slightly. “You never told why. You just... disappeared.”

“You know why! Your actions did. You did, Dominic!” I retorted.

I took a step back, putting more distance between us as I cald myself down, taking deep breaths while gripping the handle of my bag harder.. “This isn’t the ti or place for this conversation, Dominic.”

His laugh was bitter, full of disbelief. “When is the right ti, Samantha? Huh? You’ve been gone for six years! Do you think I can just ignore that?”

“Actually, you know what, we have nothing to talk about. It wa already in the past, I have moved on, and so should you.”

I turned away. But he was not going to let this go.

“Samantha,” he said again, softer this ti. “Please.”

The raw emotion in his voice made stop. Against my better judgnt, I glanced back at him.

He looked... broken.

“I just want to know,” he said, stepping closer. “Why? Why did you leave? Why didn’t you tell where you were going?”

“I couldn’t stay,” I said finally.

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting.”

He closed the distance between us in a few quick strides as he spoke. “You owe more than that, Samantha.”

“Owe you?” I snapped, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “I don’t owe you anything, Dominic. You made your choice, rember?”

His expression darkened, a flash of guilt crossing his face. “I know I screwed up. I know I hurt you. But that doesn’t an you can just erase from your life.”

I felt a sharp pang in my chest, but I shoved it down. “I did not erase you, Dominic. I moved on.”

“Bullshit,” he spat. “If you’d moved on, you wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m here for Lena,” I replied firmly. “Not for you.”

He laughed again, but there was no humor in it. “You keep saying that like it makes a difference. You’re here, Samantha. And I’m not letting you walk away again without answers.”

I shook my head, taking another step back. “I do not owe you answers. Not after everything you put through.”

“Then why can’t you look in the eye and say you don’t feel anything for anymore?” he challenged and my heart stopped.

“Say it,” he pressed, stepping closer until there was barely an inch between us. “Look in the eye and tell you feel nothing.”

I couldn’t.

The words stuck in my throat, my wolf howling in protest as I tried to summon the strength to lie.

But he did not wait for an answer. His hand shot out, gently gripping my arm. The contact sent a shockwave through , the mate bond flaring to life in a way I could not ignore.

“Don’t,” I said, my voice trembling as I tried to pull away.

He did not let go. “Don’t what? Don’t remind you of what we had? Don’t make you face the truth?”

“I said let go,” I repeated, sharply.

His grip loosened slightly, but he did not step back. “I am not letting you walk away, Samantha. Not this ti.”

The intensity in his eyes made it hard to breathe. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him he had no right to make demands of after everything he had done. But the words would not co.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered, finally pulling free.

He stared at with a mixture of anger and desperation. “Why not? What are you so afraid of?”

“Afraid?” I repeated, my voice quivering with barely contained anger. “I am not afraid, Dominic. I am done. Done with you, done with this... whatever this is. Just let go.”

But he did not move, his eyes searching mine for sothing I was not willing to give.