The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 59

Samantha’s POV

“You’re going, and that’s final,” Annie said, cutting through my thoughts as I stared at the red dress laid out on my bed. “You have spent the entire day pacing back and forth like a caged animal. The least you can do is see where this date leads,” she added and I sighed.

I shook my head, biting my lip. “I don’t know, Annie. What if this is a mistake? What if he is just... doing this for the kids? Or to make himself feel better? I don’t want to end up—”

“Stop.” Annie’s hands landed on my shoulders, forcing to turn and et her gaze. “You deserve this, Samantha. You have been punishing yourself for so long that you have forgotten what it feels like to just live a little. And Dominic...” She sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I see the way he looks at you. Whatever his reasons were before, they are different now.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but her expression left no room for debate. Instead, I glanced back at the dress with its vibrant red fabric shimring softly in the evening light. “I feel like this is too much,” I muttered.

“It’s perfect.” Annie walked over to the dresser, picked up a pair of heels, and set them next to the dress. “Trust , he won’t know what hit him.”

Despite feeling nervous a small smile crept onto my face.

“Now, get ready. He’ll be here soon.”

By the ti I had slipped into the dress and finished my makeup, I heard Dominic’s car pulling up outside, making feel jittery inside, and I was not sure if it was because I felt nervous, or excited about this. This was the first ti I was going out on a date, and I was not sure what to do and how this would work out. I smoothed my hands over the dress one last ti, stealing a glance in the mirror, realizing that Annie was right, the dress was perfect. But the woman staring back at looked more nervous than confident.

“Stop overthinking,” Annie whispered as she nudged toward the door. “You’ve got this.”

When I opened the door, Dominic was standing there. He looked stunning as always, his tailored suit fitting him perfectly, but it was the way his eyes softened when they landed on that made my breath catch.

“You look...” He paused, a smile tugging at his lips. “Beautiful.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I managed a quiet, “Thank you.”

“Mommy looks like a princess!” Diana’s excited voice piped up from behind , and I turned to see both kids peeking out from the living room.

Dominic chuckled, crouching down to their level. “She does, doesn’t she? But don’t worry, I will bring her back safe and sound.”

“Promise?” Devon asked, with keen observing eyes and brows furrowed.

“I promise,” Dominic replied, holding up his pinky. Devon hesitated for a mont before he lifted his own pinky and curled it around Dominic’s, nodding solemnly.

The drive to the restaurant was surprisingly comfortable once I had accepted the fact that this was actually happening and that there was no turning back this ti.

“You should’ve seen Liam at the last Alpha training camp,” Dominic said, glancing at with a rare, amused grin. “He thought he could outrun a tid obstacle course after eating a triple stack of pancakes. It did not end well.”

I laughed, picturing Liam trying to navigate an obstacle course while weighed down by his own overconfidence and, apparently, a lot of breakfast. “Did he make it through?”

“Barely. He tripped over a rope, ended up face-first in a pit of mud, and still claid it was all part of his strategy to ‘blend in with the environnt.’”

I could not help but laugh again, the image was so vivid it was almost impossible not to. I knew Liam back in the Silver Crescent, I had known him since we were kids, and he had always known that I had feelings for Dominic ever since the day I t him.

“That does sound like him. Was it really that bad?”

Dominic smirked. “Let’s just say I had to bribe a few of the other Alphas not to bring it up at the next council eting. The man has no sha, but I can’t have my Beta becoming the camp’s entertainnt highlight.”

“Sounds like the camp wasn’t all serious then,” I remarked, my shoulders relaxing as the conversation flowed naturally.

“It’s not always. But this year’s camp will be different.” His tone shifted slightly, a note of seriousness creeping in.

“Why’s that?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Dominic glanced over briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “It has been restructured this year. They are calling it an Alpha Leadership Initiative, sothing the council is pushing hard for. It is supposed to prepare Alphas for larger responsibilities beyond just running their packs. Strengthening alliances, handling rogue threats on a broader scale, that kind of thing.”

“So, it’s not just about physical training anymore?”

“Not entirely. There’s still the traditional training, the obstacle courses, combat practice, endurance challenges. But now they are adding leadership simulations and, even mock council scenarios.” He paused, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel. “They’re trying to turn it into sothing more unified. They want packs to work together more, especially with all the rogue activity lately.”

I frowned, considering his words. “It sounds... extre. And a lot to ask from a group of Alphas who are not exactly known for getting along easily.”

“That’s an understatent,” Dominic said with a low chuckle. “Alphas working together? It’s like throwing a bunch of territorial wolves into the sa room and telling them to play nice. But it is necessary. If we can get even half of the packs on the sa page, it could make a huge difference.”

“Is Silver Crescent participating this year?”

“We are,” he said, nodding. “The council made it mandatory for all recognized packs. It’s an opportunity to show where we stand, not just in strength but in leadership. And honestly, I think our pack could benefit from it.”

“Why?”

He hesitated for a mont before answering. “Our Pack is strong, but we have been isolated in a lot of ways. We have always handled things on our own, which worked for us in the past. But with everything that has happened recently, we need more allies.” He trailed off, his jaw tightening slightly.

We arrived in front of a lavish restaurant and Dominic stepped out of the car, rushed to my side, and opened the door for before handing the key to the valet.

Dominic had reserved a private table near the back, away from the other diners, and I could not help but wonder how much planning had gone into this evening.

“This place is incredible,” I said as we sat down. I road my eyes around and sohow, I felt my heart clench at the sadness that imdiately stabbed my chest. I could not understand what to feel, I was happy that he took out on a date, but to think that with all the years that I had been in love with him and when we got married, never once had I been on a date, and most specifically, never with him. He never did.

But for tonight, I let myself relish the feeling.

“I’m glad you like it,” he replied, handing a nu. “I wanted tonight to be special.”

And it was. From the food to the wine to the easy flow of conversation, everything felt... right. For the first ti in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to just enjoy the mont, setting aside my doubts and fears.

But as the night went on, I could not help but notice the way Dominic’s phone kept buzzing on the table. He ignored it at first, but by the third or fourth ti, his jaw tightened, and he glanced at the screen with a flicker of irritation.

“Do you need to get that?” I asked hesitantly.

“It can wait,” he said, though his tone suggested otherwise.

I let it go, focusing instead on the dessert nu, but when his phone buzzed again, he sighed and excused himself, stepping away from the table to take the call.

When he returned, his expression was carefully neutral, but I could tell sothing was wrong.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, setting my nu down.

He hesitated, his fingers tightening around the edge of the table. “It’s fine. Just sothing I need to handle back at the pack.”

I frowned, my heart sinking. “Handle? What does that an?”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about, Samantha.” He sounded sharper now, more distant, gone was the gentle voice he had been using in the past days. I sat back, taken aback by the sudden shift in his deanor. “But I think we should call it a night.”

“What?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. “Dominic, we just got here.”

“I know.” He stood, pulling out his wallet and signaling for the server. “But this can’t wait.”

I stared at him, my chest tightening as disappointnt and confusion flooded . “If sothing’s wrong, you can tell . We are supposed to be trying—”

“I said it’s nothing,” he firmly replied, and I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak.