Hiding the Alpha's Twins: His Wolfless Luna
Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Samantha’s POV

Olivia’s face still lingered in my mind, the way she had looked at me before I left the pack grounds. That smug smile. That group of wolves hanging on her every word like she was some queen. It was not new to me anymore. Olivia always thrived on being the center of attention, making sure I was on the outside looking in. But today, it had gotten under my skin in a way I could not shake.

The way she tilted her head with a smile just wide enough to feel like a challenge made my stomach stir. She did not even have to say anything. That was the worst part. She knew how to needle me without lifting a finger.

I let out a heavy breath as I sank deeper into the couch. My shoes were still on and my bag dropped somewhere by the door. I did not even have the energy to care. My body felt like it was running on fumes, but my brain would not shut off.

What was I even doing there? Going back to that pack, and walking into this mess, it felt like I had walked into a fire willingly. And for what? To prove something? To Dominic? To them? To myself?

I rubbed my temples and tried to push the questions aside. But no matter how hard I tried, Olivia’s smile crept back in, along with the whispers and stares from the pack members.

They did not want me here anymore. I left, I ran away. I had abandoned them, and now they did not like me. That much was obvious. And Olivia? She was loving every second of it, so eager to take my place.

I closed my eyes, leaning back against the cushions. The silence of the house should have been comforting, but instead, it felt too loud. Too heavy. I pressed my hands against my face, trying to block out the noise in my head.

And then there was Dominic. He had stood there earlier, telling me he was “fixing this.” Whatever that meant. His words did not comfort me. If anything, they added to the chaos swirling in my mind. It only confirmed that there was truly an issue in the pack against me.

I groaned quietly and let my hands fall into my lap. Why did everything with him have to be so complicated? Every time I thought I had him figured out, he threw something else at me, making me question everything all over again.

It was not just the way he looked at me. It was the way he seemed to know exactly when I needed him to step in, even if I did not want him to. And I hated that I needed him today. Hated that when he had held my hand earlier, I did not pull away.

I hated myself more for liking it.

The knock at the door jolted me out of my thoughts and for a second, I thought about ignoring it. But the second knock came, louder, more insistent.

I forced myself to my feet despite my legs being stiff from sitting too long. When I opened the door, there he was.

Dominic.

He did not say anything at first, just stepped inside without waiting for permission. He closed the door behind him, and I felt the shift in the air immediately.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

He looked at me like he was trying to figure out where to start. “I wasn’t going to let you leave like that.”

I blinked, caught off guard by how simple he made it sound. “I needed space, Dominic.”

“You needed me,” he stated, like he was not trying to convince me of anything, just stating a fact he believed down to his core.

“You don’t get to decide what I need,” I replied sharply, but the edge in my voice cracked under the tension between us.

He took a step closer, filling the small space of my living room with his presence, making it feel far smaller than it was. “Maybe not,” he said quietly. “But I see you, Samantha. I see what you are not saying, even to yourself.”

I tried to laugh, to create distance, but the sound that escaped was thin and bitter. “You think you know me? Because I do not even know myself right now.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the kind that only made my chest tighten. When he finally spoke, his words were quieter but they cut through the air like a knife. “You are angry. At me, at them, at yourself. But you can’t give up. I’m trying to fix this. Just trust me, everything will be fine.”

I sighed, shaking my head in disbelief, not towards him but at myself. “I don’t know why I let you in,” I admitted quietly as I looked away, unable to meet his eyes.

His hand brushed against mine, barely a touch, but the heat of it sent a jolt through me that made it impossible to stay indifferent.

“Tell me to leave,” he said, his voice softer now, almost daring. “If you don’t want me here, say the word, and I will go.”

The way he looked at me, the way his voice dipped just enough to shake my resolve, I hated it. Hated how much I wanted him to stay, how much I did not want to tell him to leave.

I stood there, my chest rising and falling unevenly as I searched for the words. But none came.

He stepped closer, his hand finding its way to my jaw, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin. His touch was warm, and I leaned into it before I could stop myself.

“Say it,” he whispered, his forehead almost touching mine. “Tell me you don’t feel this.”

I couldn’t. My silence said what my voice refused to.

And then his lips found mine.

The kiss was slow at first, searching, like he was giving me time to pull away. But I didn’t. Instead, I gave in, my hands gripping the front of his shirt as if he was the only thing keeping me steady.

He deepened the kiss, claiming my lips, and his hands slid to my waist, pulling me flush against him. The heat between us was unbearable as it spread through every inch of me, making it impossible to think about anything else.

His lips trailed from my mouth to my jaw, down to the sensitive spot just beneath my ear. My breath hitched, my hands fisting in his shirt as he pressed me back toward the wall.

“Dominic,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.

The next moments blurred together — his hands exploring, my body arching into his, the heat between us building until it felt like it would consume me. Somewhere between kisses, he scooped me into his arms, carrying me like I weighed nothing.

Before I knew it, we were in the bathroom. The sound of water running filled the space and the warm steam wrapped around us as he set me down gently.

His hands were on me again, sliding the straps of my dress off my shoulders with his eyes locked on mine. There was nothing hurried about it, just the kind of deliberate, unspoken tension that made my skin tingle with anticipation.

We stepped into the tub and the warm water lapped against us as he pulled me close again. His lips found mine, and this time, there was no hesitation. Every touch, every kiss felt like a claim, and I could not bring myself to care.

The rest of the world melted away, leaving only him, his hands on my skin, his lips against mine, and the overwhelming need that made me forget everything else.