Hiding the Alpha's Twins: His Wolfless Luna
Chapter 178

Chapter 178: Chapter 178

[ALPHA DOMINIC’s Point of View]

Warmth.

It was the first thing I felt.

I was spiraling into somewhere warm. I saw a light from above me, but it was too bright, slightly blinding me with it. I had to squint my eyes, but the warmth reminded me of home—of Samantha and the twins—and so I forced them open, wanting so badly to come back and have them in my arms again.

My eyes fluttered as my blurry vision turned gradually clearer, and I grunted from so much pain that I collapsed to the hard ground I was lying on after my failed attempt to get up.

“Dominic—”

I froze when I heard her voice. That voice I had been longing to hear since I started having those nightmares that brought me back to my most awful memories—the memories that revealed the kind of monster I had been to Samantha. Deep in my heart, I swear I regretted everything I did and tried my best to be someone worthy of my mated she-wolf. But I couldn’t hide the fact that I, too, felt scared of my feelings for her. This uncertainty. This pain. The uncomfortable and aggravating feeling when she gets out of control—this was all new to me as well. I was so used to always having a plan. Calculating things and seeing the outcome. But with Samantha, it was as if I were steering a boat in the middle of a raging storm without a compass. Without a map. It was alarming and daunting, yet I craved it. I craved her. She was like the danger that I had been avoiding, but my feet kept on following her to the edge of the precipice.

“Dominic, it’s me.” Her voice was so soft as she helped me sit up. Her face was etched with worry as she cupped the side of my face. “How are you feeling?”

My brows automatically deepened into a frown as soon as I felt that sharp stabbing pain that felt like my brain was going to split in two. I answered hoarsely, “What happened?”

The first thing that my eyes did was look for the twins. There, across the bonfire, were Diana and Devon peacefully sleeping on top of the leaves that Samantha must have gathered for them as a bed. I winced, hating that I had been unconscious the whole time and didn’t know or couldn’t even remember the rest of what happened after I saved my wife from the rubble that collapsed from the ceiling of the ancient library.

Samantha leaned her exhausted back on the hard wall of the small cave we were hiding in. She was filled with bruises and small cuts on her arms.

Only wounds from silver weapons stop the werewolf’s ability to heal. “Where did you get those wounds? Did someone attack you while I was out?”

She gave me a faint smile. Her eyes were worn out, and it was obvious that she had been through a lot already. God, I hated myself for not even being able to help them. Samantha let out a deep sigh before she answered. “Not really. But we saw an old cabin that had been transformed into a cage. A trap prepared for us by the enemies in case we escaped the ruins. The thing has spikes coated with silver; hence, these wounds you are seeing now.”

“I’m so sorry; I wasn’t able to help,” I said, feeling ashamed of myself. “How long had I been out?”

She shrugged her shoulders, her face looking cold. “I am not sure. Probably five? Six hours?”

I couldn’t blame her if she felt disappointed in me. I was disappointed with myself, too.

“Killian? Where is he?”

As I mentioned his name, Samantha’s face turned into sudden worry and then rage. I couldn’t understand the complex emotion that suddenly appeared on her face, but I realized that something terrible had happened. “Where is he? Did something happen while—”

“Let’s not just talk, Dominic. My head aches so badly, and I need to sleep. I have no idea where we are or what part of the Black Forest this place is. I just know that we’re all in danger. We can’t stay here for too long.”

She was right. Samantha appeared exhausted as she attempted to sleep, leaning her back against the chilly stone wall. I wanted to go to her and embrace her tightly, wanting her to know how much I was so glad to be back with them. But that look on her face held me back. It wasn’t the right time for it. She needed rest, and I gave her the space she needed.

I bit my lower lip hard, and my hands tightened into fists as I watched my wife. How could I make it up to her? How could I make her believe that all I ever wanted was her in my life?

Could it be too late? Could I still have her back?

Could I take away all of these doubts and fears looming in her heart?

With a grunt, I stood up from my seat and then looked around the cave to assess our surroundings. The fire from the bonfire drove away the harsh cold from the breeze entering the cave. We were on the high ground, well hidden by the tall old trees of the forest. Even Samantha, making the bonfire, was not worrying at all because the smoke went under the cave somewhere and not outside.

When I looked back, Samantha had already fallen asleep. All the tension in my body gradually released while I watched her breathe softly, her lips partly opened, and her head slightly tilted to her side. When was the last time I watched my wife like this? I never thought watching my wife sleep was the most peaceful thing to do; I didn’t notice I was standing in the same spot for over half an hour and only moved when I heard my little girl mumble in her sleep.

I immediately went to Diana to check on her and saw a silver wolf pendant in her hand, just like the one I gave Samantha before. I was so surprised to see one, thinking she must have thrown it somewhere after leaving Silver Crescent.

“My little girl,” I smiled and was about to touch Diana’s face when Devon suddenly woke up and glared at me.

“Don’t touch her.” his tone was sharp and threatening.

I didn’t expect that kind of behavior from him, but I understood that Devon wasn’t happy about what was going on with us. I wish I could apologize to him, but my pride just wouldn’t let me. So instead, I looked him coldly in the eyes and then moved away from Diana, just as he wanted.

However, my instinct as a father filled me with massive guilt, prompting me to turn around and look at Devon with an apologetic look, hoping he could finally accept me as his father.

My mouth opened to tell Devon that I never wanted any harm to him or his mother, but then I was interrupted by Samantha as she stood; her eyes were wary and grave when she looked at both me and Devon, not liking the tension between the both of us.

She looked outside the cave and at Diana, who was still asleep, and said, "We have to focus on how to get out." Her face softened a bit as her eyes lingered on our daughter, and then, as she sighed, that fierceness in her tone came back. “The spirits in the Black Forest strengthen during full moon nights. We must go and find the location of the Wolf Tomb before dawn or we will be forever trapped in this place!”

Devon dropped his glare at me though but he didn’t leave his sister’s side. What did I do that made him so scared and angry with me? I looked at my wife and she averted her eyes from me as well. Something happened. Something they weren’t comfortable telling me.

And I needed to know!