Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

“This alliance was my first step,” Tristan said, interrupting my thoughts. “And your brother humiliated me by rejecting it He refused to let me stay in your house, right to my face.”

I noticed the hurt in his eyes, a vulnerability I wasn’t used to seeing. I looked away, unable to hold his gaze.

“You deserved it,” I said flatly.

Tristan leaned closer, forcing me to turn my head to avoid his proximity.

“My family treated you with nothing but respect,” he growled. “Even after our divorce, they never spoke ill of you. But your family? They mock me, degrade me-”

Something inside me snapped. I shoved against his chest, actually managing to make him step back slightly.

“Don’t you dare,” I hissed, glaring at him with every ounce of hatred I could muster. “My brother did exactly what he should have done. I’ve been waiting for this day, Your family was kind to me because I earned it–because I bent over backward trying to please them even while you treated me like garbage. My family knows what you did to me. You’re not good enough to be part of our pack. Alaric only humiliated you–he should have killed you.”

Before I could finish, Tristan surged forward, crashing his mouth against mine. I pushed at his chest, trying to break free, but he caught my wrists and locked them behind my back, pulling me flush against him.

I struggled in his embrace, but then his heartbeat registered–loud and fast and somehow familiar. The rhythm of it almost made me stop fighting.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and for a moment, the sensation of his lips on mine catapulted me back to another time–before the betrayal, before the pain. I hated how easily the past could resurface, how tenaciously those memories

clung to me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to center myself. With a surge of anger, I extended my claws and raked them across his

wetness that followed. chest, feeling the satisfying tear of fabric and the warn

Tristan broke the kiss with a groan, looking down at his chest where my claws had left four parallel gashes through his expensive shirt. Blood seeped through the torn fabric, staining it crimson. When he looked back at me, his eyes had transformed to that terrifying blood–red.

“You’ve given me so many scars, darling,” he growled, each word dripping with dark intent. “Let me give you one too.”

Before I could process his meaning, Tristan dipped his head and tore open the collar of my dress. His teeth sank into the fullest part of my breast, breaking skin with enough force to make me cry out in sharp pain. I felt the warm wetness of my own blood as he marked me deliberately, cruelly.

He released my flesh slowly, admiring the deep teeth marks he’d left behind. His tongue darted out to lick his lower lip, red with my blood. Throughout it all, his expression remained fierce, eyes blazing with possessive satisfaction like a predator marking territory.

With trembling fingers, I touched the wound, wincing at the stinging pain. My fingertips came away bloody, and I had to grit my teeth against the fire spreading across my chest.

I grabbed his collar, yanking him closer despite the pain, my whole body shaking with fury.

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Chapter 153

‘How dare you touch me without permission?” I snarled, my torn dress falling to hide the bite mark. “You think marking me proves something?”