Hiding the Alpha's Twins: His Wolfless Luna
Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Chapter 35

Samantha’s POV

"Oh! I’m so sorry!" said someone slamming into me. I stumbled back, barely managing to steady myself as a stack of papers scattered between us.

“It’s fine,” I said quickly as the girl, wide-eyed and clearly flustered, knelt to gather the papers she had dropped, apologizing profusely. I smoothed my hands down the front of my blazer and I gave her a small smile before I walked to the room where the conference hall was.

The massive oval table stretched across the center and around it sat Alphas and Betas from various packs having conversations. I was the only woman in the room and I saw the indifferent glances of the other men to my presence as if I did not have the right to be there. I could feel their judgments even without hearing them. Why her? Why would the Moonstone Pack send a woman?

I ignored them and straightened my shoulders as I walked to an empty chair near the edge of the table. I refused to let them see my nerves, though the raw power of these Alphas exuding from their mere auras in the room was nearly suffocating.

As I settled into my seat, the doors opened again, and all eyes turned to the person who entered, except me.

I did not need to look to know who it was.

Dominic.

I felt his presence like a crackle of electricity and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. My fingers curled into fists on my lap and my pulse quickened when I felt his gaze on mine, but I ignored it.

I tried to keep my face neutral and fixed my eyes on the papers in front of me, but I could not ignore the way my body reacted to him. The familiar pull, the one I hated, tugging at my chest, threatening to unravel me.

His footsteps echoed as he entered, the room almost seeming to fall quieter, and I silently told myself not to look at him. I could not bear to look at him now, not yet, not when I just saw him recently ask me to return to him, and most certainly not when the twins’ questions were still swirling in my head. I did not know if I could hold onto my lies any longer, and I was not sure what I should do at this point. I could not just keep on running away, and the twins already had a life here, I could not take them overseas to start a new life.

The meeting began, and I focused on the discussion on trade agreements and rogue activity, particularly the attack that happened me and Killian. When it was finally my turn to speak, I stood, smoothing my hands down my thighs as I prepared to address the room.

But before I could even finish my first sentence, a deep, mocking laugh cut through my words.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” said Alpha Vance with his loud and grating voice. I turned to face him, frowning at how disrespectful he was, and yet some of the Alphas also smirked as if agreeing with Vance.

“The Moonstone Pack sends a little girl to do this work? What a joke,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “They must be underestimating us, they are not taking this seriously to send a girl.”

I froze for half a second with the heat of humiliation climbing up my neck. The room was quiet and every eye trained on me.

“I’d advise you to hold your tongue, Alpha Vance. Moonstone Pack’s interests are as valid as any represented here, regardless of who delivers them.”

But he just laughed louder, leaning back even further in his chair. “Spoken like someone who doesn’t belong here. I don’t care what Killian thinks of you. This is a place for leaders, not... whatever it is you think you are.”

The anger in my chest flared, but before I could respond, Dominic’s voice cut through the room like a blade, all eyes snapping at him in silence.

“That’s enough,” Dominic commanded.

Alpha Vance snorted, his smirk widening as he turned toward Dominic. “Oh, what’s this now? The great Alpha Dominic has something to say?” He leaned forward mockingly, resting his elbows on the table. “Since when do you defend anyone, Dominic? Or is there something special about this one?”

I stiffened at the rising tension as all eyes shifted towards them.

Dominic did not hesitate. He stood, his hands braced on the table as he glared at Vance with a cold intensity. “You will watch your mouth, Vance,” he warned.

“Oh, come on,” Vance scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. “We all know she’s out of her depth. What kind of Alpha sends a woman to speak for him? She is not even the Luna, just a right hand, even lower than a Beta. She does not belong here.”

“Say one more word,” Dominic growled. “Go ahead. Insult her again, and we’ll see how far you get before I make you regret it.”

The room fell deadly silent.

Alpha Vance’s gaze narrowed, but the smirk remained. “Hah, protective, are we? Didn’t realize you’d taken a personal interest, Dominic. Or is there something we should know? Maybe she’s not here for Killian after all.” His eyes flicked to me, his tone dripping with dirty insinuation.

I clenched my fists, heat rising to my face as humiliation burned through me.

Dominic did not let his comment pass. “You arrogant piece of shit,” he hissed with a restrained fury in it enough to make even the more experienced Alphas in the room shift uneasily in their seats.

“What? Did I touch a nerve?” Alpha Vance taunted, leaning back with a smirk. “What’s the matter, Dominic? You’ve never cared about anyone but yourself. Why the sudden interest in her?”

“I’m warning you, Vance. If you have a problem with me, say it to my face. But leave her out of it.”

“Oh, I have no problem with you,” Vance said, standing now and squaring his shoulders. He was taller than Dominic by an inch, but the way Dominic glared at him made it clear he was not intimidated. “I have a problem with weak links sitting at this table and pretending they belong here. If Killian wants to make a mockery of these meetings, that’s on him. But do not expect the rest of us to sit here and pretend this is not a joke.”

Dominic’s hand slammed onto the table as he retorted. “You call her weak again, and I’ll break your damn jaw.”

Vance sneered, stepping closer to Dominic. “You can try, Dominic. I would love to see you defend someone for once in your life instead of screwing everything up like you always do.”

And that was it.

Dominic moved so fast I barely saw it coming. One moment he was standing at the table, the next he had Vance by the collar, yanking him forward and slamming him onto the surface with enough force to rattle the glasses and papers.

The room erupted in chaos as chairs scraped back and Alphas shouted, some moving to intervene while others stayed rooted, shocked by the sudden escalation.

“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” Dominic snarled, his fist gripping Vance’s shirt tightly. “Not here. Not anywhere. Do you hear me?”

Vance struggled beneath him, managing to shove Dominic back a step. “She doesn’t need you defending her, Dominic!” he spat, straightening. “You’re just pissed because you’ve finally realized you’ve got nothing left to—”

Dominic’s punch cut him off mid-sentence, landing squarely across his jaw with a sickening crack. Vance stumbled, clutching his face as rage contorted his expression.

“Enough!” one of the elder Alphas barked, stepping between them before Vance could retaliate. “This is a council meeting, not a damn brawl! Both of you, stand down!”

Dominic did not move, his chest heaving, his eyes locked on Vance with a feral intensity and Vance wiped the blood from his split lip, glaring at Dominic with equal fury but staying where he was.

The elder Alpha turned to Dominic. “Alpha Dominic, you’re out of line.”

Dominic calmed as he responded, but the fire in his eyes had not dimmed. “If being out of line means shutting him up, I will gladly do it again.”

The elder Alpha sighed, shaking his head, before turning to Vance. “And you. Insult another Alpha or their representative again, and I will make sure you are barred from every meeting moving forward. Is that clear?”

Vance did not respond, but the murderous glare he shot Dominic spoke volumes.

Dominic returned to his seat without another word, his jaw clenched tightly. He turned and held my gaze for a moment, sending a subtle message that we’d need to talk later on.