All Chapters of Hiding the Alpha’s Twins: His Wolfless Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]“Devon, Diana!” I exclaimed when I got into my room with my children crying in horror and pain. I wrapped my arms around them, tight enough to make them know I was there, and everything would be alright. “I’m here. Mommy’s here.” I kept whispering to them as I kissed the tops of their heads with tears on the corners of my eyes. Diana was so scared; she was trembling from head to foot. The sweetest thing Devon did that brought ache to my heart was when he reached for his sister’s hand and squeezed it to calm her as he fought his own fears.“Mommy, what happened! It hurts! It hurts so bad!” Diana cried as she buried her face on my chest. “I’m so scared, Mom!”“I’m sorry,” I answered with trembling lips, trying my best not to make my voice crack in front of my kids. “I’m sorry, you have to experience something like this. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this.” My tears trickled down my face as guilt and fear crawled up to my throat, almost choking me. “I’m sor

[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]I needed to study the report papers, yet I couldn’t get Dominic out of my head.Those sexy abs, his small waist and that broad, hard chest and shoulders—I rolled my eyes and tapped the pencil on the wooden desk. Perhaps it was a good thing he didn’t go straight to my office after that embarrassing moment when he saw me peeking at him. If ever Dominic went here after that sexy display, I doubt this day would become as fruitful as I hoped it could when I first stepped into this office.Exasperated, I leaned back against my swivel chair and bit my lower lip hard. Who had I been fooling? Even without him giving me a brief visit, Dominic still occupied a huge part of my brain, distracting me from everything that I needed to study while I waited for Lena’s announcement. My mind got busy thinking of how he would carry me in his arms as he kissed me fervently and place me on top of the desk, with my legs wrapped around his waist. My hands were buried in his dark h

[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]I looked at Madison and Cynthia, and they just bowed their heads.“Let’s get inside,” I said to the kids as I led them gently inside. I felt I had to explain to them about everything and reminded myself to be gentle with it. I never wanted my kids to misunderstand everything, and the last thing I wanted was for them to believe everything they heard from the people around this area,

[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]My steps echoed in the hallways of the Silver Crescent Manor.I reminded myself I would calm down. But as I remembered Diana and Devon’s scared faces, it made me curl my hands tight into fists until my knuckles turned white and my nails dug into the skin. I couldn’t understand why Olivia would go this far just to get the throne she had been wanting. But didn’t she ask herself in the first place? If Dominic desired her to be the Luna, he had already marked her after I left—after I vanished and went to the Moonstone pack. Dominic was always a complicated man who didn’t know what he wanted. But it was clear that whatever he and Olivia had, it wasn’t as strong as I thought. Perhaps Dominic was a little rebellious, that he was arranged for a marriage with me? I couldn’t blame him if he was upset. We didn’t know each other. He had little idea where I came from and was stuck with me just because his mother and my parents were close friends. It was unfair for him

[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]It was so dark and cold.I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t move. It felt as if I was underwater, only I wasn’t. I was trapped but I wasn’t sure where exactly. What I was sure of was that I wasn't at home. The smell was musky. The place felt strange—as if something moldy was surrounding me. I was lying on something metallic. It was hard and cold, and I shivered. The feeling was not because of the temperature but because I knew I was in danger. I was tied tightly against something that I imagine was like a hospital bed, restricting me from getting up.Something itchy made me cough, and I retched at the stench somewhere. It smelled more like rotting flesh, a sensation I couldn't quite place. I grimaced as I whimpered in pain. Every inch of me ached, and I wondered how long I had been out unconscious in this place. A soft groan escaped from my lips as I tried to lift my head and open my eyes slowly, carefully.Just as I expected, the room was pitch black, but