Hiding the Alpha's Twins: His Wolfless Luna
Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Chapter 54

Dominic’s POV

I stepped closer to her and brushed her arm, trying to calm her down and make her understand that it was her that I sincerely wanted, and not Olivia.

“Olivia means nothing to me, Samantha,” I said but she laughed bitterly, taking her arm away from my touch. She did not believe me.

“Nothing? She is in your pack, always around you, practically glued to your side. That’s what nothing looks like?” she retorted and I sighed, dragging a hand through my hair as frustration tried to surface.

“Samantha, I know how it looks, but it is not what you think.”

“Then explain it to me,” she demanded, stepping closer. She was cold, and challenging, but I could see the pain in her eyes. “Because from where I stand, it seems like she is more to you than you are willing to admit.”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “Olivia and I were close in the past,” I admitted, watching her expression closely. “But I changed, Samantha. I no longer engaged myself with Olivia. And she is only in the pack now because she and her family are members of the pack. But I swear, nothing is going on between us. It’s you that I really want.”

I felt guilty, ever since the day she ran away and left the pack, I had been feeling guilty for the things I had done even though I could not fully understand before. I knew that what I did was wrong, and I would not give any excuse for that. But I was willing to make everything and that was what I needed her to understand.

“Samantha, there was a time when I thought Olivia and I... that maybe we could have been something. But that ended a long time ago. But not anymore.”

Samantha’s jaw tightened, her arms hugging herself like she was trying to hold herself together. “Why should I believe you?” she doubted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Because it is the truth,” I replied, stepping closer to her. “I do not have feelings for Olivia. The only reason she’s still here is because she’s been a loyal pack member. But that’s it. There is nothing between us, Samantha. Nothing.”

Her eyes searched mine, looking for any hint of deception but I stood my ground, willing her to see that I was telling the truth.

“And yet she is still in your life,” she accused, and once again, I exhaled in frustration, but I tried to calm down. I understand her, that she had been hurt and was still in pain. But what frustrated me the most was the fact that she was not even giving me a chance to prove to her that I truly wanted her, that I loved her, and that I was going to make everything right. She would not give me a chance to prove myself.  

“She is still there, reminding me of everything I am not. Do you have any idea what that feels like?” she added.

I reached for her hand, but she pulled away, her walls going up again. “Samantha,” I said softly, “you are not less. You never were. I was blind, stupid, and cruel, but you were never less.”

Her laughter was hollow, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You say that now, but how do I know it’s real? How do I know you will change your mind the next time things get hard?”

I closed the distance between us, my hands resting gently on her shoulders. “Because I have already lost you once,” I remarked. “And it damn near killed me. I am not going to make that mistake again. I know I do not deserve your forgiveness, but I am asking for it anyway. I am asking for a chance to prove to you that I have changed, and that I see you now for who you truly are. You’re not less, Samantha. You are everything.”

I noticed how her breath stopped for just a moment and how her eyes wavered and lost focus on mine, avoiding my gaze. I knew Samantha, she had always been a kind good girl. I had done her a lot of wrong things, and yet she remained by my side for years, loved me, and tolerated all my bullshits in life. She stayed, until she could no longer endure. Yet I was not able to see those in the past, and I fucking regret it, big time. I wasted six years that could have been spent with her, and the twins.

“I don’t know if I can believe you,” she whispered.

“Then let me show you,” I urged, my hands sliding down her arms until they found hers. “Give me a chance, Samantha. Just this once, and I will make everything right..”

Her silence was deafening, and when she finally looked up at me, there was a mix of anger, sadness, and something else, something softer, lurking in her eyes.

“And if you hurt me again... that’s it. I’m done.”

“I won’t,” I promised. “I swear to you, Samantha.”

Her eyes searched mine one last time before she nodded, the tension in her shoulders easing just slightly.

And then, as if some invisible thread pulled us together, she was in my arms. Her lips met mine in a kiss that was both desperate and hesitant, like she was trying to find the balance between anger and longing.

I did not care. I did not care what was driving her to respond to my kisses, what mattered was that I had her. I poured everything into that kiss, every ounce of regret, every promise I could not put into words, and I just hoped that she would see it, the sincerity and love that I had for her.

She clutched at my shirt as if trying to hold on and push me away all at once, but I held her waist to her back, to keep her close.

“Samantha,” I murmured against her lips, my hands cradling her face.

She did not answer, her breath ragged as she pulled me closer, and I yielded. The world outside ceased to exist anymore, and there was only her, her warmth, her scent, and the way her lips trembled against mine.

We stumbled toward the couch, her hands fisting in my shirt as I lowered her onto the cushions. The tension between us crackled like a live wire, and the years of pain and anger dissolved into something passionate and undeniable.

“Dominic,” she breathed, and I was reminded of how she had moaned my name, several times last night, causing my cock to hardened

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my forehead resting against hers. “Say the word, Samantha. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”

She looked at me, her eyes wide and filled with desire. And instead of answering, she kissed me again, her fingers tangling in my hair pulling me closer, and keeping me in place.

It was everything.

But then, a small gasp shattered the moment, and we both pulled back abruptly, our heads snapping toward the hallway.

Devon stood there, his wide eyes bouncing between us with his messy hair sticking up in every direction. “What are you doing?” he asked, with a mix of confusion and accusation.

Samantha’s cheeks flushed crimson as she quickly backed away from me, her hand flying to her mouth. “Devon, sweetheart, you’re  awake.”