Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143

The living room temperature seemed to drop ten degrees as Alaric’s words hung between them. I could practically see the shock ripple across Tristan’s face before he schooled his features back into that practiced mask of indifference.

My temples throbbed mercilessly, the hangover intensifying under the fluorescent lights. I blinked hard, trying to focus through the pain that made even the simplest thoughts feel like wading through mud.

1 held my breath. No one talked to Tristan Wolfbane like that–not even other Alphas. Hell, I’d never seen Alaric dismiss any Alpha with such blatant disregard. The sheer audacity of it almost made me forget my splitting headache.

One of Tristan’s Gammas stepped forward, face flushed with indignation. “How dare you speak to Alpha Tristan with such

Tristan raised his hand, cutting off his subordinate mid–sentence. The command was subtle–just a slight lift of his fingers -but the effect was immediate. The Gamma’s mouth snapped shut, though rage still burned in his eyes.

I watched Tristan carefully, noting how his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. For all his legendary control, even he hadn’t expected Alaric to openly reject his request.

Beta Varian shook his head, breaking the tense silence. “Alpha Alaric,” he said, his tone diplomatic yet firm, ‘we respect you. But you cannot disrespect our Alpha this way. Had you visited our territory, we would have arranged accommodations without question. We don’t discriminate against any Alpha, regardless of past… complications.”

I flinched at the delicate way he referenced my history with Tristan.

“It’s fine,” Tristan said, leaning back slightly. “Alpha Alaric is entitled to his choices. I can’t force his hand in this matter.”

Alaric inclined his head, seemingly pleased by Tristan’s concession. “I’m glad you understand. I could arrange for a guide to show you around our territory as a gesture of hospitality instead.”

“No.” Tristan’s response was immediate. “That’s not why I came ahead of schedule.”

“Then what exactly was your purpose for this early visit?” Alaric’s question came with a dangerous edge.

I stared at Tristan, trying to decipher what game he was playing. His expression gave away nothing–eyes cold, posture relaxed, voice steady. How did he manage to hide his anger so effectively? And why would he seek an alliance with us now, after years of bitter rivalry between our packs?

Tristan caught me watching him, our eyes meeting for a tense moment.

“I have my reasons for arriving early,” he said to Alaric, though his gaze remained fixed on me.

I didn’t look away, willing all my contempt and distrust into my stare. If he thought he could intimidate me in my own home, he was sorely mistaken.

“What does that mean?” Alaric asked, noticing our exchange with obvious displeasure.

Tristan finally broke our staring contest, turning to Alaric with an unreadable expression. “Nothing. I heard you’re

sister.” arranging a marriage for your

“Marriage?” I squinted, the word hitting me like a physical blow.

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