Chapter 23
Dominic’s POV
They couldn’t be mine. Could they?
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as if the answer might suddenly materialize there. The math wasn’t complicated, six years ago, Samantha left. The twins were about five. The timeline fits too well. Too damn well that got me thinking if they were my kids.
But then again, Samantha couldn’t have hidden something like this, not without slipping up. I knew her. If they were mine, wouldn’t she have stayed? The Samantha I knew would have never let that kind of opportunity slip through her fingers. She was always so desperate to prove herself, to claw her way into my life, to have my love and attention. She wanted to matter to me, to the pack, and she would have done anything to get there. She would have used the kids to get to me.
I scoffed, shaking my head as bitterness crept in. If they were my kids, she wouldn’t have run. She would have used them — paraded them in front of me, dangled them like a prize, something to make me fall for her. That’s who she was back then. The girl who couldn’t go a day without trying to win me over, trying to convince me she deserved more than the wolfless nobody everyone saw her as.
But since she was wolfless back then, she could have had kids with anyone. I frowned at that thought. If she did, I would have carved the man’s heart and gifted it to her if it happened in my territory.
Regardless, she left. No explanations, no goodbyes. Just gone. And now she appeared to have twins.
But there was no bite mark on her, she was not claimed. I pushed the empty glass of whiskey back to the desk and heard a knock in my room.
“We’re ready,” Ethan informed as soon as he entered. We were going to visit the site where Samantha and Dominic were ambushed by these unusual rogues that suddenly appeared in the region.
I pushed myself up, shrugging on my jacket. “Let’s get this over with.”
As we neared the parked SUV outside the hotel, I spotted Olivia standing by one of the cars in the convoy, her father, Richard Bennett was beside her. He looked every bit the seasoned warrior he was with his penetrating gaze and rigid posture that proved the countless battles he had fought.
Ethan fell into step beside me as he asked. “You think we will find anything useful out there?”