25 Chapter 25
I remembered the day I realized she was gone, I came to an empty house with only her scent fading in the air. My rage had been all-consuming, like a wildfire that burned through everything else. I wanted to tear the world apart until I found her. But I didn’t. @
He may have been with her, but… he wasn’t still the father, even if he took them as his. They were still not his blood.
I gestured for him to continue as my patience was wearing thin.
The thought sent a shockwave through me, equal parts terror and longing. I did not want it to be true. And yet, the idea of them being someone else’s made my blood run cold.
I sat heavily in the swivel chair, leaning back as memories of her flooded my mind. Samantha, with her fiery spirit and that damn stubborn streak that made me want to
either throttle her or kiss her senseless.
“He had been with the twins since they were born, actually since Samantha was still pregnant. He was there for her, like he was the father of her children,” Liam added still
and I shook my head, in denial of that fact.
I hated her for running. For making me feel like this. For leaving me to stew in anger and
regret.
And now, six years later, she’d come back into my life like a storm, bringing chaos and
questions I was not ready to face.
“Of course,” I muttered, pacing again. “That bastard always had a soft spot for her.”
So why couldn’t I stop thinking about her?
Dominic’s POV
Liam sighed on the other end. “I’ll see what more we can do, Alpha. But Killian’s pack is
notoriously private. You know that.”
I hated her.
The twins’ faces swam before my eyes again, and the rage simmering beneath my skin
boiled over.
The phone rang three times before Liam picked up.
I took a gulp
If those children were mine…
Six years and I thought I was over her.
And I didn’t know which betrayal hurt more.
“Alpha,” he uttered. He knew better than to expect a casual conversation when I called.
I downed another glass of whiskey, the burn doing little to soothe the rage inside. If they were mine, then Samantha had kept them from me. She’d hidden my children and denied me the chance to be their father.
I stood, unable to sit still any longer. Crossing the room in a few strides, I threw open the liquor cabinet and poured a generous measure of whiskey. The burn as it slid down my throat did little to dull the ache in my chest.
My jaw tightened. I did not care how private Killian was. I needed to know the truth.
I told myself she did not deserve to be found, so I entertained myself, drowning in liquor and duties, taking my mind off the wife who ran away from me.
A knock at the door snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts.
The silence that followed was suffocating, choking me with anxiety. I dropped the phone onto the desk and pressed the heels of my hands against my temples, trying to silence the thoughts in my head. Ever since I met the twins, they had never left my mind anymore. Their cute bubbly faces, the little girl reminded me of Samantha’s soft features, and the boy… Damn it, I did not even have the chance to know their names. I should be ignoring all these, because why would I bother? Those kids were probably another man’s blood. But… They may have their mother’s eyes, but the boy’s features gave it away. I might be crazy to say that I resembled him.
Alone again, I let out a breath I did not realize I had been holding. My mind returned to Samantha, unbidden.
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not have entertained it. But if it was about the twins, I would take whatever it was. “Killian’s been extra protective of Samantha and the twins. It’s like it is his duty to do so.”
Kissing her.
Liam nodded and left without another word, closing the door softly behind him.
The door opened, and Liam stepped in. “I thought you might want to hear this in person.”
But then, regret wasn’t new.
I missed her.
The thought sent a jolt of desire, and jealousy at the thought of her being with another man in than span of six years that she vanished. I slammed my fist against the armrest, as if I could punch the feeling away. But it clung to me, unforgiving, reminding me how I treated her in the past years when she was crawling her way to me, craving every second
of my attention. Did I waste it all?
I wanted her.
After the wedding, I thought I had her figured out. I thought she was someone who
would not dare to leave me. But she did.
The truth was a double-edged sword, cutting me no matter which side I fell on. If the twins were not mine, it meant Samantha had moved on, given her heart and her body
– to someone else. The thought made my stomach twist.
“Keep digging,” I ordered. “Find out who the real father of the twins.”
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“I need answers, Liam,” I said, pacing the length of my office. My mind felt like it was tearing itself apart with a tangle of suspicion, memories, and unanswered questions. “Did
you find anything about the twins yet? Who their father is?”
I clenched my fists, feeling my nails dug into my palms as I leaned behind the desk and
stared at the marble floor.
A pause. Too long. And it ticked my nerves.
“I do not want excuses,” I snapped. “I want results. Check every pack within a
hundred-mile radius if you have to. Someone knows something.”
“We’re digging, Alpha,” Liam replied. “Killian’s pack records are airtight. No mention of the twins in any formal capacity. It is like they do not exist on paper.”
But I was wrong.
“Yes, Alpha,” Liam replied before the line went dead.
It was not possible. It couldn’t be. Samantha had left. Run away without a word…
“Alpha,” Liam hesitated, “we cannot rule out either that he might be the father-”
“Come in,” I barked.
I slammed my hand down on the desk and the sharp sound echoed through the room. “That’s not good enough, search the hospitals in his area, Liam. I need every single piece of information about them.”
I cut him off, “No. It cannot be,” I firmly said, my veins throbbing in fury at the thought. But thinking about it rationally, he can’t be. I saw how the twins interacted with him, they did not call him ‘dad’ the way they called their mommy.
But if they were mine…
She had me wrapped around her fingers, playing the dutiful mate while secretly scheming her escape. And when she did run, I told myself it was for the best. That she was not
worthy of my time, my anger, my care.
