Hiding the Alpha’s Twins His Wolfless Luna (Samantha and Dominic) novel Chapter 4

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Samantha’s POV

*6 years later*

"Devon, remember what I told you about picking fights," I reminded my son firmly as I knelt in front of him because I knew how much of a troublemaker he was. His dark eyes were so much like mine but held a mischievous glint as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Beside him was his twin—Diana, trying to fasten the straps on her tiny backpack with her tongue poking out in concentration. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and full of innocent excitement as she spoke.

"Mommy, we will be good!" Diana promised, her curls bouncing as she nodded fervently.

"That’s what you said last time," I reminded them, eyeing Devon especially. He had a habit of protecting his sister, even when she did not need it, which had led to a few incidents in the past. "And no running too far in the park. Stay close, and listen to Annie,” I said.

Devon puffed out his chest. "I will protect Diana," he declared, and for a moment, I could not help but smile. He might only be five, but his instincts were strong, too strong for his age. It was something I tried not to dwell on.

I sighed, running a hand through Devon's unruly hair. "I know you will, but listen to Annie, okay?" My gaze softened as I turned to their human nanny, Annie, who was watching our interaction with a patient smile. Her presence was helpful in taking care of the kids, even if it made me nervous that she was not a werewolf. She had proven herself reliable time and time again, and the twins adored her.

"Don’t worry, Samantha," Annie said, adjusting Diana’s backpack straps. "We will have a great time, won’t we?"

Diana clapped her hands, her face lighting up. "Yes! We will be perfect little angels!" Her words made Annie chuckle, and I tried to ease the tension knotted in my chest. Diana’s enthusiasm had a way of brightening even the worrying moments. But I could not shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. They were still so young, but I knew well enough that age did not always matter when it came to getting their own wolves and shifting. I could only hope that whatever instincts they had—whatever potential they had not yet tapped into—would stay dormant, at least for a little longer.

"Okay," I exhaled, more to myself than anyone else. "Annie has my number if there is any trouble. And you two," I added, my voice stern but loving to my twins, "behave."

With final kisses pressed to their cheeks, I turned to leave. The moment I stepped outside, the crisp autumn air bit at my skin, making me pull my jacket tighter around me. The leaves crunched underfoot as I walked down the front steps, and there he was — Killian.

Killian was leaning against the sleek black SUV, arms crossed over his chest, exuding the effortless confidence of a true Alpha. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and his lips curved into a teasing grin.

"Samantha," he drawled, "took you long enough. I was beginning to think you had changed your mind about spending the weekend with me."

I rolled my eyes but could not help the smile that tugged at my lips. "Dream on, Killian," I replied, climbing into the passenger seat as he held the door open. Killian was hard to ignore—he was a huge guy, broad-shouldered and tall, with a presence that demanded attention. His dark hair was always a bit unruly, a perfect contrast to his sharp jawline and intense green eyes. His left arm was covered in a sleeve tattoo, the ink swirling down his arm in an intricate design—black lines, shaded geometric patterns, and symbols that I could not fully make sense of but seemed to tell a story of strength and loyalty. The tattoo only accentuated the muscle in his arm, making him look even more intimidating.