The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 60

Samantha’s POV

“You are seriously not going to tell what’s going on?” I asked in disbelief. I had to muster so courage and put up with all this makeup, high heels, and a red dress just for the night to be put on hold. I thought he wanted to fix us, but he could not even properly be with even just for a night. Well except when we were in bed.

He sat stiffly in his chair, barely eting my eyes as he reached for his drink, taking a huge gulp before as if it could soothe his nerves.

“It’s pack business,” he said evenly, carefully controlled, like he was talking to a re business partner he did not give a shit about. Was I that to him? “An ergency. I need to handle it,” he added, and I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes. “That’s it? You are not going to explain anything? You dragged out here, acted like this was important, and now you are just going to bail?”

His jaw tightened, and he finally looked at with his gaze filled with a mix of frustration and guilt. “Samantha, I am not bailing. This is important too—”

“Then why does it feel like I am being shoved to the side again?” I shot back, my voice rising despite the low hum of conversation around us.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I did not plan for this to happen. Trust , I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

“Well, congratulations,” I replied bitterly, pushing my chair back and standing. “It’s anything but perfect.”

Dominic stood as well, quickly as he reached for my arm. His touch was gentle, but it still stopped in my tracks. “Samantha, wait.”

“What?” I snapped, glaring up at him.

His expression softened, and for a mont, the frustration in his eyes lted into sothing gentler, sothing almost vulnerable. “I’ll take you ho. But let explain on the way. Please.”

I hesitated, my anger warring with the part of that still wanted to believe in him. Eventually, I nodded, pulling my arm away but following him toward the car.

The car ride was silent at first with only the hanging tension simring between us like a boiling pot on the verge of spilling over. I stared out the window with my arms crossed tightly over my chest. I was looking forward to this night, being... well, I did not expect anything to be perfect, but at the very least, I did not want it to be this bad. I thought, for once in my life, I could finally experience being on a date with the person I loved. Yet it seed the universe was so against that.

“I did not an to ruin tonight,” Dominic uttered after a while.

I did not respond and I just kept my gaze fixed on the passing trees.

He sighed again, and I could almost hear the frustration in his breath. “Samantha, I am trying here. I am doing my best to balance everything—”

“Don’t,” I interrupted, turning to face him. “Don’t sit there and act like this is all about balance. You are the one who decided to take out tonight. You are the one who promised there wouldn’t be any distractions.”

“And I ant it!” he shot back, his voice rising for the first ti. “But I can’t ignore my responsibilities either. You of all people should understand that.”

His words hit a nerve, and I turned away, with my chest clenching and my mind sohow telling ‘I told you so,’. I trusted him, and gave him a chance, only to end up being disappointed again.

However, I could not deny that he was not wrong either, but that did not make it hurt any less.

We drove the rest of the way in silence until he pulled the car to a stop in front of my house. Before he could say anything, I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the door handle.

“Samantha, wait,” he said, his hand gently covering mine.

I froze, not because of his touch, but because of the sincerity in his voice.

“Let make it up to you. I’ll take you out again, no distractions, no interruptions. Just you and .”

I turned to look at him, searching his eyes for any sign of deception. Instead, I found only guilt and quiet persistence. We pulled to my house and I imdiately hopped out, and he also rushed to my side, stopping from going inside, cornering in between his body and the car. I gazed up at his eyes, challenging, questioning, and searching for a promise I was not sure if I would believe in.

“Why should I believe you?” I asked.

“Because I am not giving up on us. No matter how many mistakes I make, I am not going to stop trying.”

The sincerity in his voice broke through the walls I had been trying so hard to rebuild. I hated how much I wanted to believe him, how much I wanted to let my guard down and trust him again.

“Dominic...” I started, but he cut off with a sudden kiss.

It was soft at first, almost hesitant, like he was giving a chance to pull away. But when I did not, it deepened. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing lightly over my cheeks as he kissed urgently, and deeply, making my knees weak and my core fired.

I lted into him along with my anger and doubt dissolving under the warmth of his touch. His lips moved with a tenderness that stole my breath, a silent plea for forgiveness and a promise of sothing more. And I gave in... too easily. And I feared for my stupid heart that it might get hurt again.

His mouth left mine, trailing slow, deliberate kisses along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. When he reached the sensitive spot just below my ear, my breath hitched, and my hands instinctively gripped his shirt, pulling him closer.

“Tell to stop,” he murmured against my skin, vibrating through like a current that awakened my insides.

I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wanted him to stay, to be with , close to and under my palms.

His hands slid down from my face, his fingertips grazing my neck before resting at my waist. He pulled against him, the heat of his body enveloping completely. His lips found my neck, brushing against my pulse in a way that made gasp.

“Dominic...” I whispered, trembling as his mouth trailed lower, leaving a searing path along the curve of my shoulder.

His hands gripped my hips, gently as he pressed against the car. I felt his breath against my collarbone as he dipped his head lower and his lips skimming the delicate line of my collar. Every kiss felt like a claim, branding with his promise.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, anchoring myself as his hands slid up my back, pulling even closer. His lips found the hollow of my throat, lingering there as if savoring the mont. The warmth of his breath against my skin sent a rush of heat through that ignited sothing deep within , sothing primal that made my wolf stir in excitent.

He pulled back just enough to et my gaze. “You’re mine, Samantha,” he breathed “And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you if I have to.”

I surged forward, capturing his lips with mine, and I was determined to keep him there, with , and for him to forget whatever the ergency was in his pack. His Beta and the warriors could handle it. I did not want him to leave, I needed him to be here, with . Always. I knew I was being selfish and such, but he promised to be with tonight, and so he should keep that. I was not going to let him go easily tonight. Not after everything I had to do in preparation for the date that we were not able to continue. I thought, he should at least compensate for my ti wasted in preparations.

The kiss was no longer soft, it was fierce and demanding, fueled by everything we hd been holding back. His hands slid up to cradle my face again, tilting my head to deepen the kiss, and I left him entrapped in this spell.

When his lips left mine, they did not go too far. He pressed kisses to my temple, my cheek, and my jawline, and then returned to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there and a soft whimper escaped my lips, and his grip on tightened, controlling himself, but I wanted him to lose control.

“Tell to stop,” he whispered again with his ragged voice.

And I shook my head, my fingers trailing down his chest to clutch the fabric of his shirt. “Don’t stop,” I breathed, almost moaning to his ear, coercing him deeper into this enchantnt. The demands of the pack had already taken too much of his ti away from , couldn’t I have one, even just for tonight.

He growled deeply in his chest, as if I had also heard his wolf approving to my reply. His lips captured mine again and his hands explored my back and waist as he pulled impossibly closer, dipping his head down and sucking the skin on the upper part of my breast that was exposed by the dress, leaving a love bite mark that I knew would turn reddish purple in the morning.