The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 52

Samantha’s POV

I woke to the sound of soft, steady breathing beside , and my heart instantly seized in panic. The events of last night ca crashing back and I bolted upright, clutching the blanket to my chest. Dominic stirred next to , his arm draped lazily over his face as if he did not have a care in the world. The sunlight filtering through the curtains illuminated his features, his sharp jawline, the ssy strands of hair falling across his forehead, and the faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He looked peaceful. Content.

I, on the other hand, was a ss. My thoughts scrambled for clarity, guilt and longing clawing at . What had I done?

“You’re staring,” Dominic murmured, his voice husky from sleep, his lips twitching into a lazy smirk as he cracked one eye open.

“I’m not!” I snapped, yanking the blanket tighter around myself, even though my face was burning red.

“Sure, you’re not.” He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow as his eyes road over . “Good morning, by the way.”

“Don’t ‘good morning’ ,” I hissed, trying to sound annoyed, though the warmth spreading through betrayed my attempt at indifference.

Dominic chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. “Relax, Samantha. It’s not like I haven’t seen you like this before.”

“That was... last night was a mistake,” I muttered, turning away from him. But even as I said the words, I was not sure I believed them.

“Was it?” he teased. He did not believe . Not for a second.

I shot him a glare, hoping it would be enough to shut him up, but his smirk only grew. Before I could fire back, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His fingers lingered, trailing down to my jaw.

“You’re blushing,” he uttered and infuriatingly smug.

“Am not,” I shot back, swatting his hand away.

He grinned, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “You are cute when you lie, you know that?”

“Oh, shut up.” I grabbed the nearest pillow and smacked him with it, hoping to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

But Dominic only laughed, catching the pillow mid-swing and tossing it aside. “Really? Resorting to violence this early in the morning?”

“Maybe if you would keep your mouth shut, I would not have to,” I retorted, but the corner of my lips betrayed with a twitch of amusent.

He reached suddenly, grabbing my wrist and pulling toward him, on top of his chest as his arms locked around my body. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, my heart racing so fast I was sure he could hear it.

“And yet, here you are,” he mumbled, his nose brushing against mine while his lips hovered for a light feathery kiss.

I shoved at his shoulder, but it was half-hearted, and we both knew it. “Dominic...” I started, my tone more a warning to myself than him.

His eyes narrowed at suddenly, seeming like a thought had occurred in his head.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, his tone more serious now.

“That I should have locked the door,” I said, trying to deflect.

He chuckled. “Too late for that.”

I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder, but the mont I did, he took my wrist, pinned on the bed, and pressed his weight against just enough to remind of how much trouble I was in.

“Dominic...” I started, but he cut off.

“Where are the kids?” he asked as he shifted off , giving space to breathe.

“They are probably still asleep,” I replied, sitting up again and adjusting the blanket around .

“Let’s check on them.”

Before I could protest, he was already up, pulling on his discarded pants. I scrambled to grab my robe, tying it tightly around my waist as I followed him into the hallway.

We entered the twins’ room quietly, and my heart softened at the sight of them curled up in their beds. Dominic approached Devon first, gently pulling the blanket up over his shoulders before moving to Diana and doing the sa.

Watching him like this, so tender and careful, made ache and longed for a family like this. He looked like he belonged here, like this was where he was ant to be. My wolf, who had been unusually quiet, stirred and whispered, Trust him.

Dominic turned to , “They look just like you,” he spoke softly.

“Do they?”

He nodded, his gaze lingering on them for a mont longer before he straightened and walked back to . “Samantha,” he started, his brows furrowing slightly this ti. “Are you keeping sothing from ?”

My chest tightened as panic flashed through . He could not know. Not yet. I was not ready to tell him about the twins being his, and I had not talked to them about their father yet. I opened my mouth to deny it, but the words stuck in my throat.

“What do you an?” I asked, feigning confusion.

He studied for a mont, his keen eyes piercing through as if he could see the truth I was desperately trying to hide.

“I an,” he trailed, “your wolf.”

I blinked, completely thrown off. “My... wolf?” I thought he was asking about the kids, and now I just rembered that I was also keeping this from him. I bit the inside of my cheek to swallow the guilt that crept inside . I had too many secrets from him.

“You still don’t have it?” he asked.

My wolf stirred in my mind, as she insisted, Tell him, Samantha. He’s our mate. He deserves to know.

I ignored her, keeping my face neutral as I t Dominic’s eyes. How could I explain sothing even I didn’t fully understand? My wolf had been absent for so long, silent and unreachable. Then, after the twins were born, she returned like a ghost of sothing I thought I never had.

I shook my head in response to his question and yet his gaze still remained, watching whatever reaction I would have so I forced my face to remain neutral.

“Hmm. I thought...” he wondered as he stepped away from the twin’s bed. “You felt different, so I thought it must have sothing to do with it.”