Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 123

Lysandra’s POV

I stared at Tristan, bewildered by his question. His eyes blazed with barely contained fury, posture rigid as he caged me against the wall. What the hell was he talking about?

“What do you mean?” I kept my voice steady despite the hammering of my heart.

He moved closer. I pressed my palm flat against his chest, stopping him.

“Don’t. I feel sick.”

His jaw tightened. “Sick from what?”

“Sick from you,” I said coldly, feeling his chest muscles tense beneath my hand.

The muscle in his jaw jumped as he fought to control his temper. I recognized that look–the one he’d worn countless times during our marriage when I’d said something that displeased him. Once, that expression had made me shrink back in fear. Now it only reinforced my resolve.

“What do you want, Tristan? Why do you keep harassing me?” I asked, looking directly into his eyes. “Last time on the phone you said you hate me, and I accepted that. In fact, the feeling is mutual. Now let me go.”

He didn’t like my response. His hand shot up, grabbing mine and pulling it away from his chest. I tried to push him with my other hand, but he caught that one too, pinning both my wrists above my head against the wall.

My eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

He leaned in until our faces were inches apart. “Why? Why do you hate me so much? Shouldn’t I be the only one who gets to hate you?”

I almost laughed at his twisted logic. Typical Tristan.

wasn’t enough for him to despise me he wanted exclusivity in

that too. In his mind, only he had the right to hurt, hate, or insult me. If I dared do the same, he’d object. I’d wounded his ego by declaring my hatred rather than pining after him.

“Someone like you deserves nothing but my hatred,” I said, my voice cooling several degrees. “If that hurts your pride, I don’t care.”

I refused to show the weakness he wanted to see–that broken Lysandra who had once begged for his attention, his approval, his love. That woman no longer existed.

He stared at me silently. I couldn’t read his expression, couldn’t fathom why he’d dragged me here or what he wanted from me. For a moment, his eyes seemed to soften–though that had to be my imagination.

“I think we-”

My words died as his mouth crashed down on mine. I kept my lips firmly shut, refusing to respond. His hand slid to my waist, fingers digging in suddenly, making me gasp in surprise. The instant my lips parted, his tongue pushed inside, demanding and possessive.

The empty hallway filled with the sounds of our harsh breathing and the wet slide of lips and tongues. Heat flooded my

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lower belly, my body responding traitorously even as my mind rebelled. Desperation drove me to bite down on his tongue,

He let out a hiss but didn’t pull away. Instead, he chuckled darkly and kissed me harder, seemingly indifferent to the pain.

I raised my knee, aiming for the vulnerable spot between his legs, but he anticipated the move, pressing his body fully against mine and wedging his thigh between my legs. His knee nudged upward, applying pressure against my center.

Shock rippled through me at his prediction of my move, followed by unwanted pleasure as his thigh pressed against me.

“Tristan!” I shouted. “What the hell are you doing?”

My voice echoed in the empty hallway. No one would hear me. No one would save me from this devil.

He abandoned my mouth, trailing kisses along my jaw and down to my neck. I glared at him, face burning with anger and something I refused to name.

“You’re sick,” I spat.

His lips curved into a cold smile against my skin. “Since you hate me so much, let me give you more reasons to hate me.”

“What do you–ah!”

His mouth latched onto my neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin. My body went rigid. When I realized what he was doing, I shoved against him, but that only pressed my breasts more firmly against his hard chest. I bit my lip, enduring the sharp sting of his mouth marking my skin.

“Let me go, you bastard!”

He acted as if he hadn’t heard me, continuing his assault on my neck. I burned with humiliation and rage–and something else I couldn’t bear to acknowledge. My body’s natural response to his touch made me want to scream.

I went still, abandoning my futile struggle. “The second you let me go, no one will save you. I’ll kill you.”

He paused. After one final, almost gentle kiss to my lips, he stepped back, releasing my hands.

The instant I was free, I swung my palm toward his face. Before it could connect, he caught my wrist and twisted my arm behind my back.

“Trying to slap me again?” His voice dropped dangerously. “Should I count how many times you’ve done that? Angry?”

His eyes flicked to my neck. He reached up, thumb brushing over what must have been a reddening mark. I hissed at the slight pain.

“Perfect,” he murmured.

“Have you lost your mind?” I asked, incredulous.

“Mmm,” he hummed noncommittally,

“You can’t just do this,” I said, voice shaking with fury. “You don’t get to touch women however you want just because you’re an Alpha of a big pack. Are all other women your playthings too? You touch them whenever you feel like it?

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