The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 36

Samantha’s POV

"Dinner? With you?"

The words tumbled out of before I could stop them and Dominic just stood there, in front of , calr than I was used to, like he had carefully rehearsed this mont. I was not sure what I expected him to say after the eting, but it wasn’t an invitation to dinner.

“I know it’s unexpected,” he replied, shoving his hands into his pockets. “But there are things we need to talk about, Samantha.”

I stared at him, feeling my irritation bubble beneath the surface. “We’ve talked enough, haven’t we?”

He exhaled through his nose, sothing faintly like frustration crossing his face, but he reined it in quickly. “Just one dinner. No argunts. I’ll take you back as soon as you want. I promise.”

It was not his words that swayed , but the way he looked, like he had thought about this long and hard. Like whatever he wanted to say could not wait. And curiosity, my constant enemy, nudged at the back of my mind. “Fine,” I muttered before I could change my mind. I could always leave if it beca unbearable.

The restaurant Dominic chose was just in a nearby street, but far enough from familiar faces to avoid curious stares. When I stepped inside, the muted lighting and soft hum of conversation told he had picked it for privacy.

The host led us to a private dining room in the back. The mont the door clicked shut behind us, I tensed. It felt isolated like I could not escape if I wanted to.

Dominic moved ahead, pulling out a chair for . “Go on.”

I stared at him for a beat longer than I needed to, my thoughts a ss. “This place is... quiet.”

“That’s why I picked it,” he replied evenly.

I sat down, watching him round the table to his own seat. The space between us was not much, but it was still enough to feel pressured. I frowned at the arrangent but nevertheless, I brushed it off.

The server appeared monts later with the nus, his professional smile lingering a little too long on Dominic. I noticed but did not comnt.

“This feels excessive for one dinner,” I muttered.

Dominic shrugged, his focus on instead of the food. “I wanted sowhere quiet. Sowhere we could actually talk.”

Sothing about the way he said it made my stomach twist and I could already feel the questions coming, but I forced myself to act indifferent, picking up the nu and read.

The food ca unbelievably quick and was plated too perfectly for my liking, and the mont the servers left the room, the silence returned. I could feel his eyes on as I picked at my plate, yet my appetite nowhere to be found.

“Why did you agree to this?” Dominic asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

I did not look up as I replied. “You asked.”

“Simple as that?”

“No, Dominic, nothing is simple with you.” I set my fork down, eting his gaze. “So why don’t you stop dancing around whatever this is and get to the point?”

He did not look away, and for a second, I thought I had struck a nerve. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, studying the way he always used to, like he was trying to solve a puzzle I refused to let him see.

“How have you been?” he asked, genuinely.

The question startled . It was not the interrogation I expected, but the sincerity of it still caught off guard.

“Fine,” I replied curtly.

“That’s it?”

“What else do you want to say?”

He shook his head faintly. “I don’t know. I am trying to understand what happened to you, Samantha.”

The words lingered between us, soft yet accusing.

“I don’t owe you my story,” I answered sharply, taking a sip of the wine.

“I’m not asking for the parts you’re not ready to give.” He paused. “But I can see how much you’ve changed. I need to know why.”

His words pulled at sothing deep inside , a bitterness I had not tasted in years. “You don’t get to ask that. Not after—”

“I know.”

His quiet admission made freeze. He was not like this before. He was stubborn, insistent, and would not easily admit his mistakes. Yet right now, as if he had changed, and it left montarily speechless.

“I know,” he repeated, eyes locked on mine. “I made mistakes, Samantha. And I am not asking you to forgive them. I just need to know... what I missed.”

I forced out a laugh, though it did not feel like one. “You missed everything, Dominic. That’s the point.”

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “Then tell .”

I stared at him, pulse quickening. Tell him? What, exactly? That I left because he had pushed to the edge? That I had spent years trying to erase him from my life, only to have my past co crashing back into it? That there were two children with his blood?

My chest felt tight as if the air in the room beca suffocating.

“You don’t want the truth,” I muttered finally. “Not really.”

Dominic’s gaze did not waver, and for a mont, I thought he might push again. But instead, he said sothing that made go still.

“I am trying, Samantha. That has to count for sothing.”

The sincerity in his voice was almost enough to make believe him. Almost.

Then the sound of his phone vibrating on the table broke the mont, jarring us both. Dominic glanced at the screen briefly before silencing it, his jaw tightening.

“Important?” I asked.

“It can wait.”

I did not ask why. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

We sat there for a few minutes longer with the silence stretching and twisting between us. I hated how uneasy it made . I hated that I did not know what to do with this Dominic, the one who was not shouting orders, wasn’t dismissing like I was nothing.

“Why now?” I asked suddenly, surprising even myself.

Dominic’s brow furrowed. “What do you an?”

“Why are you trying now? After everything that’s happened?”

He did not answer right away, and for a mont, I thought he would not at all. “Because I can’t lose you again.”

The honesty in his words hit like a punch to the gut. I opened my mouth to respond, maybe to tell him he had lost , that it was too late, but the sound of my phone buzzing in my bag stopped cold.

I frowned, reaching for it automatically. Annie’s na lit up the screen.

And I knew Annie never called unless it was important.

“Excuse ,” I muttered, standing and stepping away from the table. “Annie?”

“Samantha.” Annie’s voice was tight, trembling. “The twins—”