Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

He gestured to his neck, where my claw marks stood out angry and red against his tanned skin. “Don’t play dumb. Normal wolf claws don’t leave marks that won’t heal.“.

I shrugged, keeping my expression neutral. “Maybe your famous Alpha healing is weakening. Getting old?”

The taunt struck a nerve. In one swift movement, Tristan closed the distance between us, his arm shooting out to brace against the rock behind me, effectively caging me between his body and the stone edge. His chest was so close to mine that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the water doing nothing to mask it.

My breathing hitched as I felt his muscled chest brush against my nipples, which traitorously hardened at the contact. Lower down, something else hard pressed against my stomach, unmistakable even through the rippling water.

“You should know your position is precarious right now,” he breathed, his lips dangerously close to my ear.

“Are you some kind of pervert?” I hissed, trying to ignore how my body was responding. “Did I give you permission to touch me? You never respect me, do you?”

His hand slid beneath the water, finding my waist with unerring accuracy. “I respect you plenty. I won’t take the final step without your consent. But the rest?” His fingers flexed against my skin. “I make no promises.”

I gasped, hating how my body trembled at his touch. “You… you can’t touch me like this.”

“Why not?” His fingers traced upward, cupping my breast with familiar ease. “We were mates once. Your body holds no secrets from me.”

I pushed against him, trying to create space between us, but he caught my wrists in one large hand, pinning them against the rock behind me.

“Let me go,” I growled. “Or do you want me to claw up your entire body with wounds that won’t heal?”

He laughed softly, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine. “You may have forgotten who I am. No matter how strong you’ve become, you’re no match for me. If you keep struggling…” His eyes darkened to midnight. “I’ll make sure you can’t walk straight when I’m done with you.”

I went still, knowing from experience this wasn’t an idle threat. When Tristan made promises like that, he kept them- thoroughly and repeatedly.

His free hand slid into my wet hair, tilting my head back. His lips hovered just above mine, our breaths mingling in the steamy air between us.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my jaw. “Now tell me, why did you say those things to Selene That you could take me back whenever you wanted?”

I closed my eyes, hating myself for the weakening in my knees, the quickening of my pulse that had nothing to do with fear. “I just wanted revenge… for that news story.”

‘Just revenge?” His teeth grazed my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. “Nothing else?”

“Enough, Tristan, My voice was embarrassingly close to a whimper. “This isn’t…”

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Chapter 137

“Isn’t what?” His mouth found my neck, teeth scraping over the spot where his mark had once been–where he’d left that humiliating hickey at the Mistwood celebration. “Not what you want?”

His hand slipped down from my waist to my thigh, fingers tracing dangerous patterns on sensitive skin. Liquid heat pooled between my legs, and I knew it had nothing to do with the spring water.

Something snapped inside me. With a surge of strength born from desperation, I drove my knee upward, aiming for his stomach, while simultaneously extending my claws in warning.

Tristan jerked back just in time, narrowly avoiding the blow.

‘Come any closer,” I snarled, breathing hard, “and I swear I’ll make sure you never function as a man again.”

To my surprise, he backed off, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. But his eyes–those damned eyes–still danced with amusement. “Relax, Lysandra. Your clothes have been on that rock the whole time.” He nodded toward a flat stone. where my dress and underwear lay neatly folded. “I never actually planned to keep them.”

I didn’t trust him for a second, but I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity. Keeping my eyes locked on him, I edged toward the shore, making sure never to turn my back fully. I snatched my clothes with one hand, holding them protectively against my chest.

“You know,” Tristan said thoughtfully, still lounging in the water, “you’re hiding a lot from me, Lysandra Ravencroft.”

“Right back at you,” I replied coldly, stepping into my underwear while trying to maintain some dignity.

He rose partially from the water, droplets cascading down his chest and abs. “Those rogues were right about one thing- this area isn’t safe. Especially for a woman with special abilities.”