Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

I dropped the card as if it had burned me. There was no signature, no hint of the sender. But the message was clear- someone wanted to unsettle me before tomorrow’s presentation.

Carefully examining both the flowers and card for any clues, I considered the possibilities. It could be someone from Mistwood Pack unhappy about the potential deal. Or a competitor trying to throw me off balance.

“This has Tristan written all over it,” I muttered, pacing the room. “Using mind games to affect my performance. But it won’t work this time.”

I picked up my phone to call Kieran, then hesitated. Making a big deal about the flowers would only give whoever sent them exactly what they wanted–to distract me. Instead, I placed the arrangement near the window and turned my attention back to my presentation.

I wouldn’t let anyone–especially not Tristan–undermine what I’d worked so hard to build.

***

I got up early the next morning. I stood before the mirror, smoothing my emerald blouse and checking my appearance one

last time.

The woman who stared back at me looked nothing like the meek Luna who once stood lently behind her Alpha husband. My eyes held confidence, my posture strength. Five years had changed me in ways I never imagined possible.

“New day, new challenge,” I told my reflection. “Today I’m not someone’s Luna or someone’s sister. I’m Lysandra

Ravencroft, CEO of Ravencroft Enterprises.”

My phone buzzed with a text from Serena, confirming she and Kieran were waiting in the lobby for breakfast. As I gathered my materials, my gaze lingered on the red roses. Their beauty was undeniable, but the message they carried left a

bitter taste in my mouth.

Downstairs, Kieran and Serena had secured a quiet corner table. Kieran was already knee–deep in his tablet, reviewing last-

minute details.

“Alpha Rowan has a reputation for punctuality,” he reminded me as I sat down. “We should arrive at least fifteen minutes

early.”

I nodded, sipping the coffee Serena had ordered for me. “Have you heard anything m

“Just rumors,” Kieran replied, looking uncomfortable. “Nothing concrete.”

bout our competition?”

We spent breakfast going over the presentation one last time, then made our way to Mistwood Pack headquarters. The building was surprisingly modern for such a traditional pack–all glass and sustainable wood, nestled among ancient trees.

Alpha Rowan–a broad–shouldered man with salt–and–pepper hair and keen eyes–greeted us in his office. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lysandra Ravencroft.”

His gaze was appraising but not hostile as we presented our proposal. When I finished outlining the benefits for Mistwood, he nodded approvingly.

“I’m impressed with your project. It could help us in multiple areas. His expression was measured but positive. As always,

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the princess of Moonshade Pack never disappoints with her proposals.”

Pride swelled in my chest at his words. This was what I’d worked for–recognition based on my own merits, not my

connections.

“Thank you. We’ll see you at tonight’s meeting,” I said, gathering my materials as our time concluded.

Alpha Rowan nodded, satisfaction evident in his expression. “Indeed. May the best enterprise win.”

“Don’t worry,” Kieran murmured as we left the office. “We’ll win. No one can do better than us.”

Back at the hotel, I changed into a white dress that projected both confidence and professionalism. As I applied makeup, my thoughts drifted to the twins. By now, they’d be finishing lunch, probably pestering Alaric to take them riding or swimming.

A soft ache filled my chest at the thought of being away from them, even briefly. But this meeting wasn’t just about business–it was about securing their future, creating a legacy they could be proud of.

I glanced at the roses again, their deep red color almost hypnotic in the afternoon light. Whoever sent them had hoped to unnerve me, but if anything, they’d only strengthened my resolve.

My phone buzzed with a text from Kieran: Waiting downstairs. Car’s ready.

I slipped my phone into my clutch and took one last look at myself in the mirror. Five years ago, I’d fled Silverblood Pack in the middle of the night, pregnant and terrified. I’d rebuilt my life piece by painful piece, creating safety and stability for my children while reclaiming my birthright in Moonshade Pack.

If I had to face Tristan tonight, I would do so with my head held high. Not as his rejected Luna, but as his equal–an Alpha’s daughter, a respected business leader, the mother of children he would never know were his.

“For my babies,” I whispered to my reflection. “And for myself.”

****

The conference facility the meeting hummed with activity. Wolves from all ranks filled the elegant space, their energy palpable. As I entered with Kieran and Serena, conversations paused briefly, heads turning to observe our arrival.

Kieran guided me through the crowd, introducing me to Alphas I hadn’t yet met and reacquainting me with others. Their attitudes toward me had shifted noticeably since the yacht party where my true identity had been revealed.

As we moved through the gathering, I overheard snippets of conversation about Silverblood Pack’s participation and their competitive proposal. A Delta–level wolf bowed slightly as I passed.