Hiding the Alpha's Twins: His Wolfless Luna
Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Chapter 64

Samantha’s POV

“Mom, why does your face go red every time Alpha Dominic is around?”

Diana’s question made me choke on my water. I coughed, sputtering as Diana giggled uncontrollably and Annie raised a single, knowing eyebrow from across the dining table. My cheeks burned hotter than the sun, and I struggled to compose myself, waving off Annie’s attempt to hand me a napkin.

“I don’t—” I started, then stopped, realizing any denial would only make things worse. Devon was staring at me with his arms crossed, his face far too serious for a six-year-old, while Diana leaned forward eagerly, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

“You do, though,” Diana chirped, grinning. “It’s like you are allergic to him or something. You always act weird.”

“I do not act weird,” I muttered, stabbing at the salad on my plate with far more force than necessary.

“You totally do,” Devon said, smirking now. And that smirk, it was the same one Dominic wore when he knew he had the upper hand in a situation. Oh, great. My son was turning into a miniature version of his father. “I caught you kissing him again. In the kitchen, mom. You did not even see me, but I saw you.”

My fork clattered onto the plate as I froze. My stomach dropped.  “You... you what?”

Why hadn’t I been more careful? How could I have let my guard down like that in front of the kids?

“And hugging him too,” Devon continued, his smirk widening as if he were enjoying my discomfort far too much. “Last week. You were all smiley and stuff.”

Smile? When had I smiled? Oh, no. Did Dominic make me smile now? What was happening to me

“You are imagining things,” I uttered quickly, and I sounded a little too high pitched to sound convincing.

“He is not imagining it!” Diana piped up, her eyes sparkling with mischief and practically bouncing in her seat with glee. “And what about when we saw you in the same bed? Devon said grown-ups only do that when they are ‘in love.’”

In love.

My mind reeled at the words. How could something so simple sound so terrifying when said out loud?

I felt like I was about to spontaneously combust. “Okay, that’s enough!” I snapped, but the twins were on a roll now, completely ignoring me.

“Are you in love with Alpha Dominic, Mom?” Diana asked bluntly, tilting her head with all the innocence of someone who didn’t realize she was throwing dynamite into an open fire. “Is that why you were so nervous when he came to tuck us in last night?”

“I wasn’t nervous!” I exclaimed, my voice climbing another octave.

“Yes, you were,” Devon said, narrowing his eyes like a little detective piecing together a case. “You did not even say anything to him. You just stood there, all awkward and quiet. And then your face went red, just like it is doing now!”

Oh, for goddess’ sake. I groaned inwardly. Why were children so perceptive? Why couldn’t they just let me exist in peace without analyzing every single one of my reactions?

“I’m not—” I stopped, realizing my protests were only fueling their fire. “You two are impossible.”

“Mom, you should just tell him you like him,” Diana said matter of factly, as if love and feelings were as simple as flipping a light switch. “That’s what happens in the movies. The girl likes the boy, she tells him, and then they get married.”

And then they live happily ever after. If only it were that simple.

“And then they kiss again,” Devon added helpfully.

“Oh my goddess,” I groaned, covering my face with both hands as Diana dissolved into another fit of giggles. Even Annie could not keep a straight face, her lips twitching as she tried to focus on feeding the twins’ plates.

This was a nightmare. No, worse than a nightmare. Because in nightmares, at least, you could wake up.

“Okay, enough,” I said, trying to sound firm but failing miserably. “Finish your lunch, or no dessert.”

“That’s not fair!” Diana protested, though her grin did not fade.

“Life’s not fair,” I replied, earning an exaggerated eye roll from her.

Annie cleared her throat softly, drawing my attention. She was not laughing anymore, but her eyes were still warm with a gentle look. “They are just kids, Samantha,” she said quietly. “And kids notice things, even when we think they don’t.”

Her words hit harder than I expected, and I looked away, focusing on my plate. Of course, they noticed. How could they not, when I could not even hide my own confusion from myself?

~

After lunch, I busied myself with cleaning up, and I was absolutely grateful for the distraction. The twins ran off to play in the living room and their laughter echoed through the house as Annie followed behind to keep an eye on them.

But even as I scrubbed the dishes and wiped down the counters, my thoughts kept drifting back to Dominic. To the way he had looked at me last night. To the way my stomach flipped every time he was near, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, and the way my body burned with each touch he rendered.

It was not fair. I had spent years convincing myself that I did not need him, that I did not want him. And yet, here I was, unraveling at the seams because of one heated moment. Or should I say, several.

I needed clarity. Distance. Something to pull me out of this spiral before I lost myself completely.

Killian.

The name brought a wave of guilt, but also a sense of relief. He had always been my anchor, my safe place. And right now, I needed that more than anything.

I grabbed my phone and headed upstairs to change. I had just finished pulling on a sweater when my phone buzzed in my hand.

An unknown number flashed across the screen.

Frowning, I hesitated for a moment before swiping to answer. “Hello?”

“Well, well, look who finally picked up.”

My stomach twisted at the sound of her voice. “Olivia,” I uttered flatly, gripping the phone tighter. “What do you want?”

“Relax, Samantha,” she replied, sickeningly sweet. “I am just calling to talk. You know, like civilized adults.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Oh, but I have plenty to say to you.”

I clenched my jaw, my free hand curling into a fist at my side. “If this is about Dominic—”

“This is not about Dominic,” she cut in sharply. “This is about the twins.”

Her words sent a cold chill down my spine as I was reminded of what she did when she took the twins without my knowledge and permission. She basically kidnapped them. And I would never let my kids near this woman. “What about them?” I asked.

“You’ve really been playing mommy well, haven’t you?” she sneered. “But let’s cut the act, shall we? You and I both know those children deserve more than what you can offer. They would be better off with my family, with a proper future, one you can’t give them.”

Anger flared hot in my chest, and I gripped the phone tighter. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I am talking about taking what is rightfully theirs and putting it in the hands of someone capable. You think you are enough, Samantha? You think your sad, pitiful attempt at motherhood is enough to prepare them for what’s coming? You are delusional.”

“They are my children,” I snapped. “You don’t get to dictate their future or decide what is best for them. And you sure as hell don’t get to come into my life and make demands!”

“Oh, but I do,” Olivia countered, her tone dripping with mockery. “Because unlike you, I know how to make things happen. You can either step aside gracefully, or—”