Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

The question hit me like a physical blow. I stared at him, momentarily speechless.

“What are you talking about?”

“You heard me,” he pressed. “Why didn’t you tell me about them when you left?”

Before I could respond, a hand settled on Tristan’s shoulder. We both turned to find Varian standing beside us, his expression carefully neutral.

“Alpha,” he said quietly. “May I have a word?”

Tristan’s jaw clenched visibly, but after a tense moment, he released me with obvious reluctance.

I stood there for a moment, heart racing, trying to process what had just happened. What did he mean about the twins? He knew they weren’t his–he’d made that abundantly clear with his cold rejection.

Smoothing my hands over my dress, I made my way to a quiet corner of the ballroom, needing a moment to compose myself. Through the crowd, I spotted Varian speaking intently to Tristan, whose posture radiated tension even from a distance. Their conversation appeared heated though restrained, appropriate for the public setting.

I caught fragments of their exchange–Varian gesturing toward the other Alphas, clearly cautioning Tristan about appearances. Whatever he said seemed to have an effect; Tristan’s shoulders relaxed slightly, though his eyes remained

fixed on me across the room.

When the signal came for all officials to move to the meeting hall, I breathed a sigh of relief. The sooner this alliance meeting was over, the sooner Tristan would leave our territory and my life could return to normal.

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The atmosphere in the meeting hall contrasted sharply with the festive ballroom we’d just left. The long table at the center gleamed under strategic lighting, positioned to illuminate the faces of those seated while casting dramatic shadows -a subtle psychological advantage my brother had designed for negotiations.

I took my seat at the secretary’s desk in the corner, grateful for the distance it provided from the main table. As CEO of Ravencroft Enterprises, I could have claimed a place at the table, but I preferred this position–it allowed me to observe without being the focus of attention.

Alphas and their officials filed in, taking their designated places with the practiced formality of those accustomed to power. I kept my eyes on my notepad, deliberately avoiding looking toward the entrance. I didn’t need to see him to know the exact moment Tristan entered the room–the subtle shift in energy was unmistakable, like the air pressure changing

before a storm.

I could feel his gaze searching for me, then lingering when he found me in my corner position. Still, I refused to look up, focusing instead on organizing my notes for the meeting.

“I thought Alpha Tristan prided himself on punctuality,” Alaric’s voice cut through the quiet murs, drawing all attention to Tristan’s late arrival. The subtle jab was delivered with a smile, but the challenge was unmistakable.

Tension crackled through the room. Everyone knew the volatile history between our packs–between our families. The other Alphas shifted uncomfortably, clearly worried about what might happen if Tristan took offense.

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“I apologize for the delay, Alpha Alaric, Tristan replied smoothly, his tone perfectly polite despite the undercurrent of something dangerous. “Some things at the celebration proved too captivating to leave promptly. The dance partners were particularly… engaging.”

My pen faltered against the paper as I caught his meaning. I kept my eyes down, but could feel the weight of several gazes turning briefly in my direction. The implication hung in the air, clear to everyone present.

“Of course,” Alaric replied with a light chuckle. “My pack offers many fascinating attractions. I suppose that’s why Alpha Tristan set aside all his important duties to seek an alliance with us.”

Tristan merely nodded, a ghost of a smile playing at his lips as he took his seat.

The formal presentations began, each Alpha outlining their proposal in turn. I dutifully recorded the details, noting the strengths and weaknesses of each offer for Alaric’s later review. Yet despite my focus on the task, I couldn’t help being aware of Tristan periodically looking in my direction.

When I absently lifted my pen to my lips–an old habit from my student days–I felt his attention sharpen. Warmth crept up my neck at the realization that he remembered this quirk of mine. I forced my hand back to the paper, annoyed at the involuntary response.

“Next, we will hear Silverblood Pack’s proposal,” Alaric announced, his tone betraying nothing of his thoughts.

Beta Varian rose, distributing sleek folders to each Alpha at the table. His presentation was polished and comprehensive, detailing border defense systems, shared medical facilities, and–most significantly–a commitment to provide elite warriors in the event of warfare.

The last provision caused a ripple of whispers around the table. Military support from Silverblood was not offered lightly- their warriors were considered the most formidable among all packs.

“Would Alpha Tristan personally come to defend this pack if needed?” asked Alaric.

All eyes turned to Tristan, who met the question with calm confidence.

“If required, I would,” he stated simply, his voice carrying effortlessly through the room. “Silverblood Pack does not make promises lightly, but when we commit, we fulfill our obligations completely.”

A chill ran down my spine at his words, though I couldn’t have explained why, Perhaps it was the absolute certainty with which he spoke, or the way his gaze drifted momentarily to me before returning to the table. Whatever the reason, unease settled in the pit of my stomach.