Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Tristan’s POV

How was this possible? This woman–who had

anomaly. Now, with her standing before me,d

her way into

my life, who had fled five years ago

without a trace–was my true mate? My wol

pull wa

been drawn to her, but I’d dismissed it as a strange

undeniable.

And something else was different. Through our locked gaze, I sensed it–the presence of a wolf inside her. But Lysandra had been wolfless. How could she possibly…?

Let me take control, my wolf demanded, his voice a guttural growl that reverberated through my bones. She is OURS.

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I pushed him back, focusing on the woman before me. Lysandra’s eyes had widened momentarily–had she felt it too? The mate bond snapping into place between us? But her expression quickly shuttered, revealing nothing.

“I’m surprised to see you here,” I said, the words coming out harsher than intended.

She lifted her chin slightly, her posture betraying none of the nervousness I remembered. “I have every right to attend the Moon Ring Council; why are you surprised?”

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The coldness in her tone caught me off guard. I studied her, taking in every detail of her transformation. The scared, uncertain woman I’d known had been replaced by this confident, stunning creature who stood her ground without flinching.

“Which pack have you been with all these years?” I asked, stepping closer.

She didn’t back away. “Alpha Tristan, I believe my connection to Silverblood Pack was severed entirely. I sincerely hope that’s enough for you to stop questioning me about anything.”

Alpha Tristan? The formal title stung more than I expected. As if we were strangers. As if we hadn’t shared a bed, a name, a life.

Her eyes darted past me, scanning the corridor. Looking for someone. Ready to escape me again.

Who was she looking for when I was standing right in front of her?

How dare she ignore me? She had no right to disregard me like this. Where did she get this bravery from? The Lysandra I knew would never have dared look through me as if I were invisible.

I noticed the stares from others in the hallway, their expressions filled with confusion. Of course they didn’t know who Lysandra was–I’d never taken her to pack events or council gatherings during our marriage. She’d been my secret, kept away from the public eye, and now here she stood as if she belonged.

I ignored their curious gazes and refocused on the woman before me. Her posture shifted subtly–she’d found whoever she was searching for. Without another word, she turned to leave.

The rage that surged through me was beyond anything I’d felt in years.

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Chapter 14

My hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her wrist. I pulled her toward me, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body. She stiffened, clearly taken aback by my action.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice low.

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I didn’t dignify her question with the far the corridor.

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Her eyes flashed–not

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a response. Instead, I tightened my grip slightly and began pulling her toward

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anith fear, but with irritation. “Alpha Tristan, please release my hand.”

The formal title again. Like a knife between ribs.

When I continued walking, ignoring her command, she grabbed my arm with her free hand. For a moment, I thought she might soften, might say she was here for me after all. Perhaps even admit she’d missed me.

Instead, she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Every Alpha in this room is watching us,” she said, a hint of urgency beneath her cold exterior. “I’d rather not create a scene here. Let go of me.”

I almost laughed at her concern. So this woman thought being seen with me would create a scene? She was actually trying to distance herself from me in public? The audacity–as if she had the right to reject me.

I glanced around, scanning the curious gazes of pack leaders and council members before pulling her down the hallway toward a private room.

My Alpha presence created an invisible barrier around us–no one dared approach as I guided her away from

prying eyes.

The moment the door closed behind us, I released her wrist. Before she could retreat, I turned, effectively trapping her between my body and the wall without actually touching her. Moonlight spilled through the floor–to–ceiling windows, outlining her silhouette in silver.

My gaze dropped briefly to her collarbone, where the smooth curve disappeared beneath black satin, before forcing myself to meet her emerald eyes again. We stood close enough that our breaths mingled in the space between us. The scent of purple wolfsbane clung to her skin, making my knuckles whiten at my sides.