Chapter 13
Dominic’s POV
Samantha had always been a mystery to me, but lately, she was something else entirely. After six years since she vanished, she returned like a very different person— fiercer and more outspoken.
I could not stop thinking about her. Everything about tonight, about her, felt off. She was no longer the Samantha I remembered. The shy girl who used to blush every time I so much as glanced her way had vanished. This Samantha did not shrink back. She met my eyes, fired back sharp words during our encounters, and held her ground like she did not care what I thought of her anymore.
And it threw me off.
It was not just her attitude that had changed; it was her whole presence. She walked into a room like she belonged there, like she did not need anyone to grant her a place. The way she carried herself now— it made me see her differently, and I hated that it made me question things I had always thought I knew.
For years, I had convinced myself that Samantha had somehow planned our arrangement. A wolfless Luna? The thought had been ridiculous. My mother must have had her reasons, but I was certain Samantha had a hand in it. She had to. Why else would someone like her be paired with someone like me?
But tonight, for the first time, I started to wonder if I had been wrong.
Then there was Killian. That bastard.
The way he hovered around her tonight grated on my nerves more than it should have. He liked her. It was obvious in the way he looked at her, in the way he held her, in the way he spoke to her. He adored her so much that it made me contemplate my decisions in life.
And when Samantha walked out of that meeting with him, wearing that silk nightgown that clung to her like a second skin, my thoughts spiraled into darker places. What the hell was she doing dressed like that around him? It was not just the way she looked, though that alone had been enough to make my blood simmer. It was the way Killian’s arm had slid freely around her shoulders as if he had every right to touch her, to claim her.