Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 126

Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins

Chapter 126

“I don’t want to leave you here alone, Lysandra. Kieran’s voice broke the heavy silence that had settled in the car sine fis announcement. His fingers drummed a nervous rhythm against his knee, eyes locked on mine.

I exhaled slowly, airanging my features into what I hoped was a reassuring expression. “Kieran, I’m not a child. It’s just a territory tour. You should trust me. I can protect myself.”

With obvious reluctance, Kieran stepped out of the car, closing the door with a soft click. He bent down, bringing his face level with the open window.

“Be careful,” he said, voice dropping to a near whisper. “Get back to our pack as soon as possible.”

I nodded, watching as he turned and headed back toward the hotel entrance, presumably to check out and arrange transportation to the airport.

“Boss, will you be okay without protection?” Serena’s anxious voice pulled my attention back inside the car. She bit her lower lip, fingers twisting nervously in her lap. “Maybe we should return with Beta Kieran today.”

I leaned back against the leather seat, turning to face her directly. “Absolutely not. I’ll be fine. Besides, I could use some fresh air.” I gave her a small smile. “Stop looking so guilty. This isn’t your fault.”

Serena nodded silently, though she didn’t appear convinced.

“Let’s go,” I instructed the driver, settling more comfortably into my seat as the car pulled away from the curb.

The history of Mistwood Pack unfolded before us as we toured their territory. Our driver, a middle–aged Beta with an encyclopedic knowledge of the region, proved an unexpectedly excellent guide as he navigated through sunlit forests and alongside crystal–clear lakes.

Throughout the day, I kept checking my phone, half–expecting frantic messages from my brother or updates about Tristan’s reaction to my call to Selene. Surprisingly, my screen remained clear of notifications. Perhaps the storm hadn’t

hit yet.

By mid–afternoon, we reached a massive stone building perched on a mountainside overlooking the forest–the Mistwood

Heritage Hall. Unlike the modern glass and steel structures I’d grown accustomed to, this building had clearly stood for

centuries, its granite walls weathered by time but still imposing.

“Wow!” Serena’s excited gasp echoed slightly in the high–ceilinged chamber. She pointed toward a far corner where an

illuminated display case held what appeared to be an ancient book. “Let’s go see that, boss.”

I followed her through the sparse crowd of tourists to the display. The book rested on a golden stand, its leather cover cracked with age and adorned with symbols I didn’t recognize. Serena leaned forward eagerly, carefully turning pages

protected behind glass.

“Wait,” I said suddenly, my hand landing on Serena’s wrist as something caught my eye. “Stop there.”

She froze, looking at me curiously. “What is it, boss?”

“That page,” I pointed, feeling a strange chill crawl up my spine. “Read what it says.”

Serena squinted at the text, then began to read aloud: “Among the most powerful were the Legendary wolves, which divided

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into two distinct types. Only one type is recorded here, as information about the other remains missing. One type porizer iron–gray fur with silver markings, particularly along the spine, and eyes that burned crimson when challenged. During ancient forest times, both types inspired terror within the tribe. If these wolves were to meet in battle, it would prove diastins for at least one of them.”

When she finished reading, Serena turned to me. “Boss, what color is our Alpha’s wolf?”

“Black,” I answered distractedly, my eyes still fixed on the page.

Red eyes. The description immediately conjured memories of Tristan’s eyes ringed with blood–red when his wolf pushed close to the surface. Strangely, in all our time together, I’d never actually seen Tristan in his wolf form.

I shook my head, trying to dislodge thoughts of him.

After dinner at a charming tourist restaurant featuring local specialties, Serena and I settled into the backseat for the drive back to our hotel. Night had fallen completely, turning the forest road into a tunnel of darkness punctuated only by our headlights.

I turned toward the window, drawn to the way moonlight filtered through the treetops. The breeze from the partially open window carried the rich scent of pine and earth. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me, momentarily forgetting all the drama of the past few days.

The car lurched suddenly, tires screeching as we skidded to a stop in the middle of the road. My body pitched forward before the seatbelt caught me, Serena yelping in surprise beside me.

“What happened?” I demanded, heart racing from the unexpected halt.

“Let me check, miss,” our driver replied, already unbuckling his seatbelt.

When Serena made to follow him, I placed a restraining hand on her arm. “No, stay here quietly. I’ll go look.” She was a young Gamma–a low rank within pack hierarchy. I couldn’t let her risk herself when I was perfectly capable of handling

whatever situation had arisen.

I stepped out of the car, the cool night air raising goosebumps on my bare arms as I approached our driver, who was

crouched beside the front tire.

“I’ve called a local mechanic,” he informed me, looking up at my approach. “He’ll be here in minutes.”

I nodded, shifting my gaze toward the forest edge while we waited. The only light came from our headlights, creating a small bubble of visibility that made the surrounding darkness seem even more impenetrable. The forest loomed beside us, dense and mysterious, its depths untouched by moonlight.