The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 42

Dominic’s POV

I reached for the car door where Samantha sat with the twins, their small forms huddled together in the backseat. “Wait for ,” I said. “I’ll drive you ho. Just give a minute.”

She did not respond, did not even look at . Her silence was louder than any words she could have spoken. It was a silence I was not used to, one that had a gravity of its own. I turned, heading back toward the house, but sothing in her quiet stillness tugged at .

For the first ti in what felt like forever, I believed we might be able to fix this, whatever this was between us. Finding the twins together, fighting side by side against Olivia, I showed her how much I cared for her and the twins, and I just hoped she could see that I was serious with her, and in fixing our marriage. I wanted her back, and she should know that. Maybe it was not too late yet. Maybe I could prove to her that I was not the man she had run from all those years ago.

I stepped back into Olivia’s house, and before I had even reached the living room, I heard the rumble of my car engine roaring to life, and my stomach dropped.

“No—” I bolted to the door just in ti to see my car speeding away down the driveway, Samantha at the wheel. She must have found the key still in the ignition.

“Damn it!” I cursed under my breath, watching the taillights disappear into the night.

“Dominic.”

Olivia’s voice dragged my attention back inside. She was standing there, arms crossed. “You are just going to let her leave like that?”

“She needs space,” I muttered, though I could not shake the bitter taste of watching Samantha drive away. She was always running, from , from us, but this ti, I could not let it be the end.

“Do you?” Olivia questioned. “Because I think you have been avoiding the real question all along. Dominic... don’t you think it’s ti you asked yourself who the father of those twins is?”

Her words stopped cold. I turned to face her fully, my jaw tightening. “What are you talking about?”

She took a step closer. “You know exactly what I am talking about. Samantha ran away from your pack. She disappeared. Then, she suddenly shows up with two children, twins. You really think it’s a coincidence?”

The twins, Devon and Diana. Hadn’t I always felt so strange pull toward them? Like a thread connecting us that I couldn’t explain?

I did try to investigate about the twins but I had always t by a dead end. Killian had been protecting them and every single information about them. I had my suspicions before, but I could not jump yet to conclusions.

But no. It couldn’t be. Samantha would have told , wouldn’t she?

“I don’t have ti for your gas, Olivia,” I snapped.

“This isn’t a ga,” she said, almost pitying. “You deserve to know the truth. If you will not ask her, then find another way. Because those children might be more yours than you realize.”

If the twins were mine... everything would change.

I knew what she was trying to insinuate, that I could take the children to myself if they were indeed my kids, and taking Samantha out of the picture. But I could not do that, I would not. Samantha was their mother and she would remain as their mother, nothing could change that, and with that fact, the twins would choose to be at her side. And besides, I doubt Samantha would easily give up her children. Not that I was actually thinking about taking them from her if they were truly my kids. But if they were, I would want to be a part of their lives, and of Samantha’s again. I would want us to be a complete family.

I thought back to Samantha in the car, her silence, her guarded deanor. Was she protecting them? Or was she protecting herself?

Before I could dwell on it further, a flicker of movent in the corner of my eyes caught my attention. Through the glass paneled doors leading to the backyard, I noticed faint wisps of smoke curling upward into the night sky. My gaze sharpened, drawn to the shadowy figure of an old woman hunched over sothing near the garden’s edge.

She moved slowly with her gnarled hands stirring a small clay bowl that emitted thin, pale smoke. A faint, rhythmic sound reached my ears, soft chanting, low and guttural, barely audible but distinctly unsettling.

“Who the hell is that?” I muttered, stepping closer to the glass.

Olivia did not answer imdiately. When I turned to glance at her, I saw the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “She is helping ,” she replied simply, as if that explained anything.

“Helping you with what?” I demanded, the unease in my gut growing.

Olivia tilted her head, her tone turning almost conspiratorial. “With the answers you are too afraid to seek.”

I turned back to the figure in the garden. The woman straightened slightly, and in the dim light spilling from the house, I caught a glimpse of her face, withered and lined, with eyes that glead like polished stones. She seed to sense my gaze because she paused, lifting her head to look directly at .

For a mont, the world seed to eerily still. The smoke curled and danced around her like living tendrils, and the air felt heavier and suffocating.

“Who is she?” I asked again, my voice quieter this ti.

“A seer,” Olivia replied smoothly, stepping closer to . “She has been assisting my family for years. Her thods may be... unconventional, but they get results. And she can help you, Dominic. She can tell you the truth about the twins.”

I let out a sharp breath as my instincts warred within . Every fiber of my being scread not to trust Olivia, not to trust this stranger lurking in the shadows of her garden. But then my thoughts drifted back to Devon and Diana, to the way they had clung to Samantha, to the way they had looked at tonight, and to the hopeless investigation I had done that did not produce conclusive results.

Could this woman really give the answers I needed?

“She is ready whenever you are,” Olivia said softly, her voice coaxing to agree. “All you have to do is ask.”

Through the glass, the old woman returned to her work, her chanting resuming in a ghostly rhythm. The smoke seed to thicken, swirling in patterns that were almost hypnotic.

Maybe it was desperation, or maybe it was the gnawing sense of inevitability, but I found myself nodding slowly. “Fine,” I said, my voice gruff. “But if this is so kind of trick—”

“It’s not,” Olivia interrupted smoothly with a triumphant glint in her eye. “You will see soon enough.”