Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 111

“Another pack?” I stood from my chair, heart beating faster. “Which one?”

Kieran sighed, disappointment etched on his face. His normally confident posture faltered slightly as he raked a hand through his hair.

“You know I have a friend in that pack. Unfortunately, he can only share limited competitive information. He’s forbidden from revealing too much.” Kieran leaned against my office doorframe, arms crossed. “The messages he spreads can influence others, convince people to threaten withdrawal just to win.”

I straightened the papers on my desk, trying to maintain my composure despite the churning anxiety in my stomach. “It’s fine, Kieran. I believe in our project.”

His eyes met mine, hesitation flickering across his features. “There’s something else I need to warn you about… according to the Moon Ring Council list, Silverblood Pack will also attend this meeting.”

My fingers froze on the papers. The office suddenly felt too small, too airless. “So he’ll be there.”

“We could ask Alaric to go instead, if you don’t want-”

“No.” I cut him off, straightening my spine. “This is my project, my chance to prove myself. If Tristan’s there, then he’s there. I won’t let him affect my life anymore.”

Kieran studied my face, clearly seeing through my brave front. “The history between Mistwood Pack and Silverblood runs deep. They’ve been fighting over territory boundaries for generations.”

“And we’re the neutral party that could potentially smooth those tensions,” I finished his thought, understanding the delicate political web we were entering. “This deal could shift the power balance between all three packs.”

“Exactly.” Kieran pushed away from the doorframe. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

I thought about everything I’d built over the past five years–my place in Moonshade Pack, my position at Ravencroft Enterprises, the life I’d created for my children. Five years ago, I’d been nothing bu stan’s Luna, standing silent and submissive behind him at meetings like this one. Now I had my own voice, my own power.

“I’m not just ready,” I said, gathering my courage. “I need this. Not just for the company, but for myself.”

***

When I returned to Ravencroft Manor that evening, I found my parents in the grand foyer surrounded by luggage. My mother was instructing a pack guard about handling their bags, while my father checked his watch impatiently.

“What’s going on, Mom and Dad? Are you traveling somewhere?” I asked, setting down my briefcase.

My mother turned, her elegant features tightening with sadness. “Darling, we’re going to see your uncle. He’s very ill.”

“What happened to him?” I moved closer, taking her hands in mine.

“The doctors say he doesn’t have much time left,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion.

I pulled her into a hug, feeling her tremble slightly. My mother was always the picture of composure, rarely showing

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vulnerability. Seeing her this way made my own chest constrict with sympathy.

“Mom, I’m so sorry.”

Small arms suddenly wrapped around my legs. I looked down to find Orion staring up at me.

“Mommy? Where are they going?” he asked, clinging to my skirt.

I crouched down to his level, smoothing his dark hair away from his forehead. “They’re going to visit Grandma’s brother, sweetie.”

Lyra bounced into the foyer, her chestnut curls flying behind her. “Is Mommy leaving us too?”

“Just for a few days, my little moonbeam. Mommy has an important meeting to attend.”

Orion’s eyebrows drew together in that serious expression. “Are you meeting those stern Alphas again?”

“Yes,” I admitted, stroking his cheek. “But I’ll be back quickly, and then we can go on that picnic in the forest I promised.”

Lyra’s eyes brightened instantly. “Will there be desserts?”

I laughed, pulling her into a one–armed hug while keeping Orion close with my other arm. “Of course. Whatever you want.”

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“Don’t worry.” Alaric’s voice came from behind us. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching our little family scene. “I’ll take care of them. They won’t leave the estate.”

“Thank you, Ric.” I smiled gratefully at my brother.

The next morning, I held a final briefing with my team at Ravencroft Enterprises. I outlined the project’s importance not just for profits but for expanding our pack’s influence in the business world. Serena and Kieran would accompany me, while the department heads would maintain operations during our absence.

Before leaving, I spent precious moments with my twins. Orion solemnly promised to protect his sister, while Lyra demanded I bring back something pretty. Alaric assured me he’d handle everything at home, urging me to show everyone

what a Ravencroft could do.

After six hours‘ flight, we arrived. The hotel suite was spacious and elegant, with touches of the forest–inspired aesthetic

Mistwood Pack was known for. The moment I’d settled in, I called home to check on the twins.

After hanging up, I sat on the edge of the bed, running through my presentation once more. This project wasn’t just a business deal–it was my chance to cement my position as a leader in my own right, not just a former Luna or an Alpha’s

sister.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

“Room service,” called a muffled voice.

I frowned, not remembering ordering/anything. When I pulled the door open, all I saw was an enormous bouquet of blood- red roses, so large they completely obscured whoever was holding them. My heart skipped a beat, mind racing through possibilities of who might be standing behind those crimson blooms.