Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136

Lysandra’s POV

I watched in stunned silence as Tristan’s body contorted, bones cracking and reshaping with frightening speed. His expensive clothes shredded like tissue paper, falling away as silver–gray fur erupted across his transforming body. The elegant, cold businessman vanished, replaced by a massive wolf with gleaming crimson eyes.

Before I could even process what was happening, he launched himself at the rogues. His massive paws slashed across their faces with surgical precision, claws raking through flesh and drawing tortured screams from the would–be attackers. Blood sprayed in crimson arcs, spattering the rocks and turning the edge of the pool a sickening pink.

The leader stumbled backward, hands clutched to his ruined face. “Alpha! It’s Alpha Tristan!” he shrieked, voice cracking

with terror.

His companions didn’t need the warning. They were already scrambling away, crashing through underbrush in a panicked retreat. Within seconds, they’d vanished into the forest, leaving nothing but trampled foliage and droplets of blood

marking their path.

My heart hammered against my ribs as Tristan’s wolf form slowly turned toward me. Those blood–red eyes locked with mine, animal and human intelligence swirling in their depths. A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the cooling water around my bare skin.

The transformation back happened just as quickly as the first. Fur receded into tanned skin, limbs straightened, and within moments, Tristan stood before me–completely, utterly naked.

I quickly averted my eyes, but not before getting an eyeful of the body I’d once known intimately. Time had only improved what was already perfect–broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, defined muscles rippling under smooth skin, and between his legs…

Heat flooded my cheeks. I sank deeper into the water, using my arms to cover my chest, suddenly painfully aware of my own nudity. My wet hair clung to my shoulders and back, providing minimal coverage.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, keeping my voice steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through my veins.

His eyes, gradually fading from that unnerving crimson back to steel blue, swept over me with an intensity that made my skin tingle. “Saving you, obviously. That’s twice this week. You’re making it a habit.”

“I didn’t need your help.” I pressed myself against the far edge of the pool, putting as much distance between us as possible. “Leave.”

“In this state?” One eyebrow rose as he gestured to his naked form, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Are you

sure that’s what you want?”

I realized with growing horror the precariousness of my situation. I was literally trapped–naked in a hot spring with my clothes piled on a rock between me and Tristan. The only way out would expose me completely to his gaze.

He seemed to read my thoughts, casually strolling toward my belongings. His fingers idly brushed over the fabric of my underwear before picking up my dress.

“Put that down.” My voice cracked slightly, betraying my anger.

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Chapter 136

He ignored me, lifting the dress to his face and inhaling deeply. “Your scent… always so distinctive.” Something darkened in his eyes. “Unique.”

“What the hell do you want?” I snapped, feeling my cheeks burn with a

ixture

of rage

and humiliation.

He carefully folded the dress over his arm, the casual domesticity of the gesture somehow more infuriating than if he’d simply held it hostage. “You know, these springs straddle both territories. You’re actually on my land right now.”

comfortable in his nakedness, my clothes still Tristan settled himself on a large boulder at the pool’s edge, looking entirely draped over his arm. The predatory confidence radiating from him made my mouth go dry.

“Give me my clothes, Tristan,” I demanded, fighting to keep my voice level.

He tilted his head, studying me like I was a particularly interesting specimen. “I will… for a price.”

“What price?” I narrowed my eyes, already knowing I wouldn’t like his answer.

ནས་

His fingers rose to brush along the claw marks on his neck–marks I’d left that still looked angry and raw. “The damage

you

caused. It won’t heal.”

Despite myself, surprise flickered across my face before I could mask it. “That’s not my problem.”