The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 56

Dominic’s POV

“Why are you in Mommy’s bed?”

The voice startled out of a deep, content sleep. My eyes flew open, and the first thing I saw was the two small figures standing at the side of the bed. Devon had his arms crossed over his chest with a suspicious and accusing look, while Diana clung to his side, her head tilted as she curiously studied .

I blinked a few tis, trying to orient myself and trying to avoid Devon’s glares toward because I knew that this little kid had already warned hours ago, and yet, he still found with his mom, worse, on the bed.

“What are you two doing here?” I whispered, sitting up carefully so I would not wake Samantha since we barely slept at dawn when we went back to bed. She was still fast asleep beside , her dark hair spilling across the pillow, and how I wished I could have this view every morning, and with the kids. My heart ward at the thought.

Devon ignored my question, narrowing his eyes. “Why are you in Mommy’s bed?”

His voice was not loud, but it carried enough harshness to make wince. Diana tugged on his sleeve, whispering sothing to him, but he did not budge, his gaze locked on like I was an intruder.

“Well...” I hesitated, scratching the back of my neck. “It got really cold, and your mommy lent a blanket. I guess I accidentally fell asleep here, and besides, it was pouring rain earlier.”

Diana’s brows knit together in confusion. “But why didn’t you sleep on the couch? Guests sleep on the couch.”

Devon nodded in agreent, clearly unimpressed with my excuse. “Yeah. You are not supposed to sleep with Mommy.”

They had cornered, two tiny inquisitors ard with questions I was not prepared to answer. “You are absolutely right,” I said, keeping my voice light. “That was my mistake. Grown ups make silly decisions sotis, especially when they are tired.”

Devon’s frown deepened. “Hmm. I do not think I like you sleeping with Mommy.”

I could not help but smile. “Fair enough. How about this stays between us, okay? No need to wake her up and scare her. Let’s let her rest for a little longer.”

The twins exchanged a look, so unspoken conversation passing between them, and then nodded. Devon still did not look entirely convinced, but he took a step back, allowing to slide out of bed. I carefully tucked the blanket around Samantha, pausing for a mont to watch her peaceful face before turning back to the twins.

“Co on,” I whispered, motioning for them to follow . “Let’s go for a little walk.”

“Where are we going?” Devon asked, his voice quieter now but still wary.

“Just outside for a bit. It’s a beautiful morning.”

The sun was already up, bathing the garden in warm, golden light as we stepped outside. The cool morning air was refreshing, and the twins imdiately perked up, darting ahead to inspect the flowers and chase after the occasional butterfly.

I followed at a slower pace, watching them with a mix of amusent and warmth in my heart. It was new, this feeling of belonging, of being part of their world. This was what I wanted, and I hoped I could have it soon, again, when Samantha began trusting .

“Dominic?” Devon’s voice pulled out of my thoughts. He was standing in front of now, loosking serious in a way that seed far too mature for soone his age.

“What’s up, buddy?” I asked, crouching down to his level.

He hesitated, glancing back at Diana, who was busy collecting flowers. Then, looking straight in the eye, he asked, “Are you going to be our new dad?”

The question caught off guard, stealing the breath from my lungs. For a mont, I did not know how to respond.

“What do you think about that?” I finally managed, keeping my tone calm and gauging. I wanted to know what he thought of , and if he would approve of for his mom.

Devon frowned, clearly mulling it over. “I think... it’s okay. But only if you promise to take care of Mommy and never make her cry.”

His words were simple, but they hit harder than I expected. I nodded, placing a hand on his small shoulder. “I promise, Devon. I will do everything I can to make her happy.”

“And us too!” Diana’s voice rang out as she skipped over to join us, clutching a handful of flowers. She thrust them toward with a grin. “If you are going to be our new dad, you have to take care of us too.”

“Of course,” I said with a smile, accepting the flowers like they were the most precious gift in the world. “You two are part of the package.”

Diana bead, satisfied with my answer, and then tugged on my hand. “Can we go see the ducks now?”

We spent the next half hour exploring the garden. The twins’ energy was endless as they darted from one discovery to the next, with their laughter echoing through the morning air that carried the sll of fresh grass and rained soil, the sky was already clear and the sun was up, but the twins’ smiles and laughter were so much brighter than the day.

Diana kept adding to her flower collection, while Devon stuck close to with his watchful eyes still sizing up.

“You are not so bad,” he finally said, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Thanks, I think,” I said with a chuckle. “Does that an I’ve passed your test?”

He nodded solemnly. “Maybe. But you still have to buy us pancakes. Diana said so.”

I laughed, ruffling his hair. “Pancakes, huh? I think I can manage that.”

By the ti we made our way back to the house, the sun was higher in the sky, warming the air and casting long shadows across the lawn. The twins were quieter now, their earlier excitent was replaced by the kind of content exhaustion that only kids seed capable of.

But the mont we stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted.

Samantha was standing in the hallway, her arms crossed tightly over her chest with evident frustration on her face but the way she exhaled showed how relieved she was to see the kids returning. Her eyes darted from the twins to , and I could practically see the questions swirling in her mind. Did she think I took her kids from her?

“Where were you?” she demanded.

Devon and Diana froze, clearly sensing their mother’s fury. Devon shifted closer to , while Diana half-hid behind my leg, clutching her flowers tightly.

I opened my mouth to explain, but Samantha’s glare was enough to silence .

“I did not think it was possible for soone to look so relieved and so furious at the sa ti,” I thought to myself, swallowing hard.

This... was not going to be an easy conversation.

And as Samantha’s gaze bore into , I knew I was in trouble.