The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 65

Samantha’s POV

“Step aside?” I interrupted, “You are out of your mind if you think I am handing over my kids to you or anyone else. I would die before I let that happen.”

“How noble,” she drawled. “But don’t fool yourself into thinking this is a choice, Samantha. You are playing a losing ga. You are weak. And when you fall, those kids will be left to pick up the pieces. Do you really want that for them?”

My hand trembled with the force of my grip on the phone. “You don’t know a damn thing about or what I am capable of. And if you co near my children, if you even think about trying to take them again, you will regret it.”

“Oh, I’m trembling,” Olivia mocked. “You think you can scare , Samantha? You think your little threats an anything? I have dealt with bigger obstacles than you, and I have crushed them all. You are nothing.”

“Try ,” I spat. “Co near my children, and I will show you exactly what I am capable of. You think you are ruthless, Olivia? You don’t know the first thing about it.”

There was a brief pause, and then her voice dropped, cold and venomous. “You are going to regret this, Samantha. You and your little brats are living on borrowed ti. And when the ti cos, don’t say I did not warn you.”

“Stay away from my kids,” I hissed. “This is your last warning. If you so much as breathe near them, I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life.”

“Big talk for soone who’s already lost,” she shot back. “You can’t protect them forever, Samantha. Sooner or later, they will be mine... or they will be gone.”

Her words sent a jolt of cold terror through , but I refused to let her hear the fear in my voice. Instead, I clung to my anger like a lifeline, letting it harden my response.

"You will never get near my children, Olivia," I warned. "Never."

"You think Dominic will stick around forever?" Olivia sneered. "Once he realizes you are just a weak, broken woman clinging to sothing you do not deserve, he will co back to . He always does."

A sharp pang pierced my chest, but I shoved it aside. This was what Olivia wanted, to make doubt myself, to make second guess everything I had rebuilt. But I would not let her.

"Dominic is not your pawn to manipulate anymore," I countered, gripping the phone tighter. "You can spin your lies all you want, Olivia, but he sees right through you now. And so do I."

Her laugh was cruel and cutting, like shards of glass against my skin. "Oh, Samantha, you are delusional if you think he is yours. Dominic and I have history, sothing you will never understand. He will always co back to , no matter how hard you try to keep him."

Her words ignited a flicker of doubt I could not quite extinguish, but I pushed forward. "That ‘history’ you are so proud of? It is over. He made his choice, and it was not you."

"Then why hasn’t he claid you properly?" she taunted. "Why is he still hesitant, Samantha? If you were so important to him, he wouldn’t be waffling, would he?"

And the truth of her words froze for a mont. She was right, and it made my stomach twist, but before I could retort, I felt a sudden presence behind . A shadow fell over the doorway, and my heart skipped a beat as I turned to see Dominic standing there.

He was leaning casually against the doorfra, arms crossed, but the way his eyes looked furiously at the phone in my hand told he had heard everything.

"Olivia," I said into the phone, "you are done here. Don’t call again."

But before I could hang up, Olivia’s voice crackled through the speaker. "Oh, Samantha. Dominic will never choose you. Not fully. And when he leaves, you will be alone again. Mark my words."

I clenched my jaw and my gaze locked with Dominic’s as I ended the call. My hands shook as I set the phone down on the counter, and for a mont, the room was silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator.

"How much of that did you hear?" I asked, quieter than I intended.

"Enough," Dominic replied, stepping into the room.

I crossed my arms, trying to have so warmth of comfort through . Everything she said threatened everything that I had — my twins, and... Dominic. But I acted tough in front of him as I spoke. "I didn’t need your help, if that’s what you are thinking."

His lips twitched into a faint smirk, though it did not reach his eyes. "Clearly. You were handling her just fine."

I let out a sharp breath, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "She’s unhinged, Dominic. She threatened my kids."

He closed the distance between us. "I won’t let her touch them. Or you."

There it was again, that maddening certainty in his voice, as if he could solve every problem with sheer willpower. But this was not sothing he could simply fix.

"She is convinced you will go back to her," I said, unable to keep the bitterness from creeping into my voice. "That you will choose her over us."

Dominic’s expression darkened, and he took another step closer. "I have already made my choice, Samantha. You know that."

"Do I?" I shot back, the words escaping before I could stop them. "Because she seems awfully confident that you haven’t."

His jaw tightened, and for a mont, he did not respond. The silence stretched between us, until finally, he reached out and gently took my hands in his.

"She doesn’t matter," he reassured. "You do. The kids do. That’s all that matters to now."

I wanted to believe him, but the fear and doubt Olivia had sown in would not be so easily uprooted. "And what happens when she tries again? Because she will, Dominic. She will not stop until she gets what she wants."

"Then we will stop her," he uttered simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

His confidence was unnerving, but it was also strangely comforting. I wanted to argue, to tell him he did not understand the gravity of the situation, but the words caught in my throat.

Instead, I sighed and looked away, my gaze falling to where his hands still held mine. His touch was warm and comforting, and it made feel all sorts of things to my core.

"You drive crazy, you know that?" I muttered.

A faint smile tugged at his lips. "I’ve been told."

Before I could respond, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. The gesture was so unexpected, so tender, that it left montarily speechless.

But instead of pulling back, he lingered, his fingers slipping up to cradle the side of my face. When his lips moved lower, grazing my temple, then my cheek, I felt my resolve crumble, and I let him in.

When his mouth finally claid mine, it was nothing like the hesitant kiss from before. This was deeper, more desperate, as though he was pouring every unspoken word, every apology, and every promise into the connection. His hands slid down my sides, pulling closer until there was no space left between us. I lted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him as though letting go would shatter the fragile bond we were rebuilding.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine as we both fought to catch our breath. His eyes t mine, no longer guarded but open, vulnerable. "I am not letting you do this alone anymore, Samantha. Whatever it takes, we will face it... together."

The conviction in his voice left breathless. He was not just saying the words; he ant them. And for the first ti in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to believe him. The years of tension and distance between us felt lighter, replaced by sothing raw, sothing real, sothing burning. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and his lips curved into a faint smile before he kissed again, claiming, rougher and devouring this ti. And I surrendered once again.