Hiding the Alpha's Twins: His Wolfless Luna
Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Chapter 55

Samantha’s POV

“Why were you kissing him?” Devon’s question cut through the awkward silence. He looked so confused.

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. What could I possibly say to a kid who just caught his mother kissing someone he barely knew?

Dominic was the first to recover, crouching down to Devon’s eye level. “Well, buddy... that’s a great question. Do you think I shouldn’t kiss your mom?” he questioned, glancing briefly at me.

Devon’s arms crossed over his chest, his tiny lips pursed into a pout. “Yes. Only me and Diana can kiss Mommy,” my son replied.

Dominic glanced back at me, his lips twitching with amusement, while I stood frozen, unsure whether to intervene or let this play out.

“Hmm,” Dominic mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “That doesn’t seem very fair. What if your mom wants someone else to kiss her? Like, say...  me?”

“No!” Devon exclaimed, stomping his foot. “Mommy doesn’t need anyone else’s kisses. She has mine!”

“Devon, sweetheart,” I said, finding my voice at last. “It’s not really up to you who can and can’t kiss me.”

His gaze snapped to me, his big brown eyes widening in betrayal. “But Mommy—”

Dominic held up a hand, cutting him off with a grin. “Hang on, champ. Let’s negotiate. How about we share your mom’s kisses? You get some, Diana gets some, and I get... oh, I don’t know, a few?”

Devon’s eyes narrowed, his little brain clearly working overtime to process this outrageous suggestion. “No,” he said firmly. “Mommy is ours. No one else can kiss her unless... unless they’re her partner.”

I blinked, my cheeks heating at his innocent yet unexpectedly accurate comment. Dominic, however, looked positively delighted.

“Well, then,” Dominic said, leaning in conspiratorially, “what if I am her partner?”

Devon gasped, his jaw dropping. “You are not! Mommy doesn’t have a partner!”

“Not yet,” Dominic countered playfully but his eyes flicked to me with amusement and approval within them. “But maybe one day.”

“Stop it,” I interjected, stepping forward and placing a hand on Devon’s shoulder. “This conversation is officially over. It’s still too early for you to be up.”

“But Mommy—”

“No buts,” I said firmly, guiding him toward the hallway. “Let’s go back to your room for now.”

Devon shot Dominic one last suspicious glance before reluctantly allowing me to lead him away.

As we walked down the dimly lit hallway, I felt the tension in Devon’s small frame. He was quiet, too quiet, and I could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

“Devon,” I called softly, kneeling in front of him once we reached his room. “What you saw back there... it’s nothing for you to worry about, okay?”

He frowned, his little brow furrowing. “But why were you kissing him, Mommy? Do you like him?”

My heart clenched at his innocent question. How was I supposed to explain something I did not fully understand myself?

“Dominic is... complicated,” I admitted, tucking a strand of his messy hair behind his ear. “But what matters is that you and Diana are my priority. Always.”

“Is he going to be your partner?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “But if he ever is, you and Diana will be the first to know. Okay?”

Devon studied me for a long moment before nodding slowly. “Okay. But I still don’t think he should kiss you.”

I could not help but smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead. “Noted, little man.”

He climbed under the covers, but as I tucked him in, his expression grew serious again.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

Devon hesitated, fidgeting with the edge of his blanket. “Are wolves real?”

The question sent a jolt through me, and I forced myself to stay calm, kneeling down beside his bed. “Why do you ask that, Devon?”

His eyes flicked toward the door, then back to me. “Because... you talk about wolves sometimes. And I don’t feel anything like that. Diana doesn’t either. Do we have one?”

I exhaled slowly. “Devon, listen to me very carefully, okay?”

He nodded, his eyes wide with curiosity and just a hint of worry.

“You and Diana are still young, and there are things about yourselves that you will discover as you grow,” I explained gently, brushing a hand through his messy hair. “You might not feel it yet, but there is something very special inside of you. Something that makes you strong, brave, and... different from other kids.”

“Like a wolf?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

I hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yes. But it’s very important that you don’t talk about this to anyone, not even Dominic. Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s a secret,” I said, holding his gaze firmly. “One that we need to keep safe. Do you understand?”

Devon tilted his head, considering this. “Even from Dominic?”

A small smile tugged at my lips, “Even from Dominic. For now, this is something just between you, me, and Diana. Can you do that for me?”

His little face scrunched in thought before he nodded solemnly. “Okay, Mommy. But... when will I feel it? The wolf?”

“Soon,” I assured him, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. “But you do not need to worry about that right now. Just remember what I said, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, though I could tell he still had questions.

“It’s still very early, Devon,” I added, tucking the blanket around him. “You stay in your room for now or play quietly in the playroom if you are not sleepy?”

“Alright,” he murmured, snuggling deeper into the covers.

I stayed there for a moment longer, watching as his eyelids grew heavier.

When I returned to the living room, Dominic was still there, sitting on the couch with an amused expression.

“You handled that well,” he uttered, laced with humor.

I shot him a glare, plopping down in the chair opposite him. “Don’t encourage him. The last thing I need is him policing my love life.”

Dominic chuckled, leaning back and folding his arms behind his head. “The kid’s got guts. I like him.”

“He doesn’t like you,” I muttered.

“Oh, I noticed.” He grinned. “But that’s okay. I’ve got time to win him over.”

I rolled my eyes, refusing to let his charm get to me. “This isn’t a game, Dominic. They are my kids. My world. If you are serious about being in their lives, you’d better be ready to prove it.”

His smile faded, replaced by an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “I am serious, Samantha. About you. About them. All of it.”

His sincerity was almost too much to bear, so I looked away, unsure how to respond.