Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

“Dead?” Tristan’s voice bounced off the presidential suite’s walls, each syllable charged with disbelief. “How did he die?*

He loosened his tie

With a single finger, stalking toward me like a predator cornering its prey. His Alpha presence expanded through the room, pressing against my skin, making it harder to breathe.

Before I could form a response, his hands seized my waist. In one fluid motion, he lifted me off the ground. I yelped, instinctively pushing against his chest, but his strength dwarfed mine completely. With purposeful strides, he carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the massive bed.

My head hit the soft mattress as I scrambled to sit up, heart hammering against my ribs. “You don’t need to know anything about him.”

I lifted my chin in challenge, refusing to be intimidated despite my compromised position. This man had held power over me for years–emotional, physical, societal–but no longer. I wasn’t that trembling, insecure girl anymore.

Tristan leaned over me, one hand braced beside my head, his body caging mine without quite touching. His eyes narrowed, taking in the changes in me. The Alpha bloodline I’d discovered. The confidence I’d built. The power I now wielded.

“You’ve changed,” he observed, voice dangerously soft. “You’re not the same woman who left Silverblood.”

“Did you expect me to stay broken forever?”

Astrid stirred within me, her purple energy rippling beneath my skin. She sensed her mate’s proximity, responding to Tristan’s wolf with eager recognition that made me furious.

“You will answer my questions before you leave.” His voice dropped an octave, the edges of his eyes bleeding crimson. He moved with deliberate slowness, knees parting my legs as his fingers traced a burning path from my throat to my

collarbone. “My mercy isn’t unlimited.”

My body betrayed me, shivering beneath his touch even as my mind screamed in rebellion. Five years of distance meant nothing to our wolves, to the lingering mate bond we shared. I hated how easily he could still affect me.

I glanced toward the door where they’d taken Lyra, anxiety clawing at my throat. What if she wandered out? What if she saw us like this?

“Looking for escape routes?” Tristan murmured, following my gaze. “Don’t worry about your daughter. My men won’t harm

her.”

“Like I’d trust the word of a man who uses a child as leverage.”

His thumb traced my lower lip, the gesture oddly gentle compared to his threatening posture. “I’m not a monster, Lysandra. Not to children.”

Something flashed across his face–an emotion I couldn’t name. He seemed lost in thought for a moment, as though picturing something only he could see.

“I’m not an idiot, Lysandra.” He shifted his weight, one hand sliding beneath my dress, fingers skating up my inner thigh with deliberate slowness. His lips brushed my ear, voice barely above a whisper. “What if they’re mi-

“They’re not,” I cut him off, voice sharp with panic. I twisted beneath him, desperate to escape his touch, but he held me

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firmly in place.

I took a deep breath, forcing calm into my voice. “They’re my children, Tristan. Mine alone.”

His fingers found the edge of my underwear, tracing small circles against my most sensitive spot. Even through the fabric,

I could feel the heat of his touch. My body responded instantly, a rush of warmth spreading between my legs.

His wolf pushed closer to the surface, dissatisfied with my denial. “Then tell me about their father.

“I told you. He’s dead.”

Tristan’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding me embarrassingly wet. “How did he die?”

My back arched involuntarily, a small gasp escaping my lips as his finger circled my entrance. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“Who was he?” He slid one finger inside me, watching my face intently for any sign of deception.

I bit my lip to hold back a moan, hands fisting in the sheets. “I don’t know.”

He added a second finger, the intrusion stretching me in a way that sent electric currents up my spine. A cold smile twisted his lips. “You were always a terrible liar, Lysandra. All these years and you still haven’t improved.”

His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes My hips rocked against his hand, chasing a pleasure I didn’t want to feel.

“So you’re telling me you slept with a complete stranger?” His tone dripped with contempt, fingers maintaining a steady rhythm that made it impossible to think clearly. “How pathetic. The former Luna of Silverblood Pack, reduced to a one-

night stand with some nobody?”

Anger flared hot and bright inside me. With a strength born from five years of building myself back up, I clamped my thighs together and shoved against his chest. The surprise of my resistance gave me the advantage I needed to slip from

beneath him.

I stood beside the bed, straightening my dress with trembling hands, facing him squarely despite the flush on my cheeks and the lingering ache between my legs.

“What did I do?” My voice grew louder with each word, packed with five years of suppressed rage. “You were a useless husband who couldn’t be bothered to be there for his wife. You ignored me, buried yourself in work, and fucked Selene behind my back.” My chest heaved with emotion. “What did you expect from me? To be your perfect, soulless Luna?”

Tristan slowly licked his fingers, savoring my taste with deliberate provocation. His eyes darkened dangerously, both angry at my accusation and surprised by my resistance.