Hiding the Alpha's Twins: His Wolfless Luna
Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Samantha’s POV

“Why did I let this happen?”

The question hung in the air like a fog I could not escape, pressing down on my chest as I sat on the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped tightly around me. The faint warmth of the water still lingered on my skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire that had raged between us just moments ago. My reflection stared back at me from the small mirror across the room, but it was not just my face I saw. It was the conflict within, the confusion, the shame. And something else, something I was not ready to admit.

I ran my fingers through my damp hair, pulling it away from my face as if that would somehow clear my thoughts. But nothing helped. My mind kept replaying the way his hands felt on me, the way his lips claimed mine like they were meant to. And worse, the way I had wanted it.

No, I had not just wanted it... I had needed it.

The realization sent a shiver down my spine, one that had nothing to do with the cool air in the room. What was wrong with me? After everything Dominic had done, after all the lies and the betrayal in the past, how could I have let myself give in so easily?

“Because you still love him.”

The voice was not mine, but it came from within me... it was my wolf.

“I don’t,” I whispered sharply, my voice trembling even as I tried to sound firm.

“You do,” my wolf replied, unyielding. “You have always loved him. You are just too scared to admit it.”

I clenched my fists, anger bubbling up inside me, not at her, but at myself. “He hurt me,” I snapped back. “He made me feel like I was not enough. Like I was just... an obligation.”

“And yet here you are,” she said softly, almost sympathetically. “You can lie to yourself all you want, Samantha, but you can’t lie to me. I felt it too, the way he looks at you, the way you feel when he is close. You want him.”

I closed my eyes, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees as I buried my face in my hands. She was right, and I hated her for it. I hated myself for it. But what was worse was the tiny part of me that did not hate it at all.

I needed to do something, anything, to pull myself out of this spiral. My gaze flickered to my phone on the nightstand.

Killian.

The name was like a lifeline, a reminder of the one person who had been there for me when Dominic hadn’t. He had given me a place to belong when I felt like I had none, and more importantly, he had never made me question my worth.

I grabbed the phone and dialed his number and my heart pounded as I waited for the call to connect.

It did not.

The automated message telling me the number was unavailable felt like a slap in the face, and I stared at the screen in disbelief. Why wasn’t he answering? Killian was always there when I needed him. Always.

The knot in my stomach tightened, and I could not shake the feeling that something was wrong.

“What are you going to do now?” my wolf asked.

“I don’t know,” I admitted aloud, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You know exactly what to do,” she countered. “You just do not want to admit it.”

I did not respond, because deep down, I knew she was right. My mind kept circling back to Dominic, to the way he had looked at me tonight, not with anger or frustration, but with love, adoration, and longing, and it only made my heart clench harder, knowing that I had wanted all those in the past yet, he only betrayed me. It was unfair to look at me that way now, to treat me lovingly when he had already broken me.

What if I had been wrong about him?

The thought was dangerous, but I could not stop it from creeping in. What if Dominic was not the same man who had hurt me before? What if he really was trying to change, to make things right? And what if... what if I was the one holding onto the past too tightly?

I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they clung to me like shadows. This was not just about me anymore. It was about Devon and Diana, about what kind of future I wanted for them. They deserved stability, safety, and a family.

Could Dominic give them that? Could he give me that?

I did not know. And the ‘not knowing’ was eating me alive.

I stood up abruptly, the towel slipping slightly as I tightened it around myself. I could not sit here and drown in my thoughts any longer. If Killian was not answering, I would go to him. I needed clarity, and I was not going to find it here, wrapped up in memories and questions I could not answer. I needed his help at least, to have more clarity.

But as I started to move, something stopped me. A small voice in the back of my mind, quieter than my wolf but no less persistent.

What if you’re running again?

The thought hit me like a punch to the gut, and I froze, my hands trembling as I clutched the towel. Was that what I was doing? Running to Killian because it was easier than facing what I felt for Dominic?

The realization left me breathless, and for a moment, I could not move. I did not want to admit it, but it was true. Killian had always been my escape, my safe haven. But Dominic... he was the storm. And maybe, just maybe, I was tired of running from it.

My legs felt like lead as I sank back onto the bed, my phone still clutched in my hand. I did not know what to do, but for the first time, I was not sure I wanted to run.

The thought terrified me, but it also made my chest ache in a way that felt almost like hope.

And that was the scariest part of all.

I stared at the phone again, my thumb hovering over Killian’s name. But I did not press it. Instead, I set it down and leaned back against the pillows, letting out a shaky breath.

I did not have the answers tonight. But maybe, just maybe, I did not need them all right now.