Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 117

“Aren’t you going to congratulate your competitor, Lysandra Ravencroft?‘ His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, my name rolling off his tongue like something intimate,

“Congratulations, Tristan Wolfbane,” I replied coolly, fighting to keep my voice steady. “You’ve successfully rescued one project from my clutches,” I tried to duck under his arm, but he shifted, blocking my escape.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “Why so angry? One failure doesn’t make you weak, does it?”

His fingers caught my chin, forcing me to look directly into those steel–blue eyes. “Did you think you could break me? Honey, this is just the beginning. His thumb brushed across my lower lip in a touch so light it shouldn’t have burned, but it did. “You forget who I am. In business, in battle, or in bed–you can never win against me.”

My heart hammered against my ribs, partly from anger, partly from something else I refused to acknowledge. I hated how my body still responded to him, even after everything.

I searched his face, trying to decipher the enigma that was Tristan Wolfbane. What was his endgame? Did he just want to humiliate me professionally, or was this about something deeper? How far would he go to destroy what I’d built?

Would he stop at business, or would he eventually target my family, my pack, my children? The uncertainty terrified me more than his explicit threats. This unpredictable, calculating version of Tristan seemed capable of cruelties the man I’d

married would never have considered.

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The sound of approaching footsteps broke the tension. Kieran appeared at the end of the hallway, his expression shifting from concern to fury as he took in the scene.

“Lysandra?”

Instead of backing away, Tristan leaned even closer, his lips brushing my ear. “Tell your watchdog that even if he follows you around all day, I can still find you whenever I want.”

He turned toward Kieran, irritation flashing across his features. “Can’t you see two CEOs are having a conversation? How dare you interrupt us? Where are your manners, Beta, Kieran?”

king to, so I’m here to save the other

Kieran’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling slightly. One of those CEOs isn’t wort one the trouble.” His voice was controlled, but the disgust in his eyes was unmistale.

I seized the opportunity to slip free from Tristan’s cage, but his scent clung to me like a second skin. As I moved past him, his fingers brushed against my wrist–a touch so subtle it might have been accidental if not for the intentional pressure of his skin against mine.

I sighed and walked away from their confrontation, my heart still pounding erratically in my chest.

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“Boss, are you okay?” Serena’s concerned voice broke through my thoughts as our car headed back to the hotel.

I summoned a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. Perhaps their project was simply better than ours. That’s why they got it. We’ll

do better next time.”

The lie tasted bitter, but I couldn’t burden her with the truth-that I’d become a pawn in some twisted game between old

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lovers.

Back in my hotel room, I kicked off my heels and collapsed onto the bed. The weight of the day prostat have ye refused to let Tristan see how deeply he’d wounded me. Instead, I reached for my phone and called my brother

“Ric? It’s me.”

“Lyss! How did it go?”

I closed my eyes, hating to disappoint him. I’m sorry, Ric. I couldn’t get the project

“Silverblood Pack?”

‘Yes.‘

I heard him sigh on the other end. “Lyss, why so sad? One project doesn’t make you weak

I froze, the words eerily similar to what Tristan had taunted me with less than an hour ago. The coincident down my spine.

“How are Mom and Dad?” I asked, changing the subject. “And Uncle’s condition?”

“They’re still at Uncle’s pack,” Alaric replied, his voice turning grave. “Uncle’s health is caitical. He’s near death, Lass

My chest tightened with fresh worry. “I should be there.”

“No, you’re needed at the company. Mom and Dad understand. They’ll call if anything changes.

After hanging up, I stared at the ceiling, mentally cataloging all the ways my carefully constructed life seemed to be

fracturing at once. Somehow, I needed to find the strength to hold it all together.

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Morning light filtered through the curtains, rousing me from a fitful sleep. I’d his voice in my ear. I shoved the memories away, disgusted with my subconsc

eamt of Tristan, of his hands on my skin,

for betraying me.

A video call from the twins provided a much–needed distraction. Their bright voices and animated stories about what they’d been doing with Uncle Alaric lifted my spirits. They’d kept their promise not to cause trouble, and hearing them laugh made everything else seem less catastrophic.

“I miss you, Mommy,” Lyra said, her green eyes wide and earnest.