Chapter 28
Samantha’s POV
“I think I deserve the truth.” Dominic’s demanded.
I stiffened, my nails digging into my palms as I faced him. His eyes burned with accusation, suffocating me with the lies and secrets I had kept hidden.
“The twins,” he continued, his voice softening but no less intense. “Who are they, Samantha? Are they yours?”
My lips pressed together in a hard line, and I bit back the instinct to respond. He did not deserve an answer. Not after everything he had done. But the silence stretched between us, heavy and oppressive, and I knew he would take it as guilt.
“They are none of your concern,” I replied firmly. I did not owe him an explanation, after everything he had done. He had chosen Olivia over me, over us.
His jaw tensed, the frustration in his eyes flaring brighter as he retorted. “That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one you’re getting.”
I folded my arms across my chest as a defense and comfort, every muscle in my body coiled like a spring as he stepped closer. The proximity made my skin prickle with awareness, the pull of the mate bond humming faintly beneath the surface, and I hated that I was being affected by his mere presence. I hated how my body reacted to him, how even now, after everything, his presence could stir something I had buried long ago.
“Samantha, do not play this game with me.” His tone dropped, still commanding. “If they are mine—”
“They are not!” I snapped, cutting him off. My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I did not care. “And even if they were, you lost the right to ask the day you chose her.”
I saw the flicker of pain in his eyes, a flash of vulnerability that made my chest tighten. But I did not let it sway me. Not this time.