Hiding the Alpha's Twins: His Wolfless Luna
Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Chapter 57

Dominic’s POV

“You took them without asking?!” her voice raised, reaching for the kids who shrank behind me, their earlier joy from the walk vanishing in an instant.

“I didn’t—” I started, but she held up a hand, stopping me in my tracks.

“Do you have any idea what went through my mind when I woke up and found them gone?” she snapped, her voice trembling in anger. “I thought something happened to them! I thought—” She paused, her chest heaving as she struggled to keep her emotions in check.

“They are fine,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “I just took them for a walk. They wanted to explore, and I thought—”

“You thought?” she interrupted again, cutting me off. “You did not think, Dominic. You did not think about telling me. You did not think about how I would feel waking up to an empty house.”

Devon tugged on my sleeve, his small voice barely above a whisper. “Mommy, it was not his fault. We wanted to go.”

Samantha’s gaze softened for a brief moment as she looked at her son, but her frustration quickly returned when her eyes landed on me again.

“Go to your room,” she ordered firmly. “Both of you.”

Diana hesitated, clutching my leg, but I gave her a reassuring nod. “It’s okay,” I said softly. “Go on.”

Once the twins disappeared down the hallway, Samantha turned her full attention back to me.

“I trusted you,” she said began. “I trusted you to be responsible, and you took them without even telling me. Do you have any idea how scared I was?”

Her words stung more than I wanted to admit. “Samantha, I was not trying to scare you,” I said, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “I was trying to give you some peace. You were exhausted. I thought I was helping.”

“Helping?” she echoed, letting out a bitter laugh. “Dominic, this is not your pack. You can’t just make decisions for my children without consulting me. You do not get to come into our lives and act like—” She stopped herself, pressing her lips together as if holding back something she did not want to say.

“Act like what?” I demanded, stepping closer. “Like I care? Because I do, Samantha. I care about you, and I care about them.”

Her eyes flashed with something I could not quite decipher, anger, hurt, maybe even fear. “Caring isn’t enough,” she countered, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, until I shook my head, letting out a bitter laugh.

“You don’t trust me,” I said, more to myself than to her.

She did not respond, and that silence was all the confirmation I needed. Without another word, I turned and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind me.

I drove back to my pack, with my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I stepped on the gas and sped up, not caring about speed limits or safety anymore as I was being driven by frustration. Samantha was confusing and very difficult. I was trying to earn her, and have her trust, but why can she let go and give me a chance?

By the time I pulled up to the packhouse, my mood had not improved. I barely acknowledged the pack members who greeted me as I stormed inside, heading straight for my office.

“Dominic?”

I stopped in my tracks, turning to see my mother standing at the foot of the staircase. Her eyes narrowed as she studied me with a look of both curiosity and concern.

“What are you doing back so early?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Change of plans,” I uttered curtly, not in the mood for a lecture.

“Change of plans?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Does this have anything to do with Samantha?”

I did not answer, but the look on my face must have given me away because she sighed, shaking her head.

“You are making the same mistakes again,” she said, laced with clear disappointment.

That stopped me. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded.

“You are running, Dominic. Just like you did before. When things get difficult, you retreat instead of facing the problem head on.”

“That’s not what this is,” I said, though even as the words left my mouth, I was not entirely sure I believed them.

“Isn’t it?” she challenged. “You left Samantha once before, and it nearly destroyed her. Don’t do it again.”

Her words struck a nerve, but I refused to let it show. “I am not leaving her,” I said through gritted teeth. “I just... needed some space. We both do.”

She did not look convinced, but she did not press any further. “Dominic,” she called after a moment. “If you really care about her, you need to show her. Not with words, but with actions. Earn her trust. Prove to her that you are not going anywhere.”

I turned and headed upstairs, hoping that a hard training session would help clear my head.

Ethan was already waiting for me in the training grounds when I arrived, wearing his usual cocky grin in place. “You look like you’ve been through hell,” he remarked as I approached.

“Not in the mood, Ethan,” I muttered, shrugging off my jacket.

“Perfect,” he replied, cracking his knuckles. “Then this should be fun.”

As we fought, Ethan did not hold back, and I did not want him to either. Every punch, every kick, every bone-jarring impact helped channel the emotions swirling inside me.

But no matter how hard I pushed myself, I could not shake the image of Samantha’s furious face or the hurt in her eyes.

And after what felt like hours, I finally called for a break, collapsing onto the ground and gulping down water. Ethan sat beside me, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Alright,” he said, leaning back on his hands. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I automatically replied.

He snorted. “Come on. I have known you long enough to know when something’s eating at you. Spill.”

I hesitated, debating whether to confide in him. But the words came out before I could stop them. “It’s Samantha.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Samantha?” he repeated. “As in the Samantha?”

“Yes,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “It’s... complicated.”

“That’s an understatement,” he muttered. “So what’s the problem?”

“She doesn’t trust me,” I admitted, the words tasting bitter in my mouth. “And I do not know how to fix it.”

Ethan was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “Well, you can’t just expect her to trust you overnight. You have to earn it. Show her that you are willing to put in the effort.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?” I asked, genuinely frustrated.

He smirked. “You’re the Alpha. Figure it out.”