Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154

Fury and disbelief flooded through me as his words hung in the air between us.

The arrogance, the sheer entitlement in his voice made my blood boll. My fingers touched the bite mark on my breast, the stinging pain fueling my rage. He stood before me, his face a mask of cold satisfaction, blood–my blood–still glistening on his lower lip.

“I should kill you for this,” I whispered, my voice trembling with barely contained violence.

Tristan smirked, utterly unfazed by my threat. “You won’t. You can’t.”

I lunged forward, claws extended, aiming for his throat. With supernatural speed, he caught my wrist, twisting it just enough to make me gasp but not enough to break bone. His other hand snaked around my waist, pulling me against him with bruising force.

“Careful,” he murmured against my ear. “We both know what happens when your claws break my skin.”

I struggled against his grip, my breath coming in short, angry bursts. “Let. Me. Go.”

“Why were you following me, Lysandra?” His voice dropped lower, almost intimate. “After that spectacle in the meeting room, why come after me?”

The question caught me off guard. Why had I followed him? I couldn’t admit–even to myself–that seeing him maintain his composure while being systematically humiliated had stirred something unexpected in me. Not sympathy. Never that.

“Maybe I wanted to see you break,” I hissed. “To see the great Alpha Tristan finally lose control.”

Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. “Is that what you want? To see me break?” His grip tightened on my wrist. “Be careful what you wish for, darling.”

“You’re pathetic,” I spat, channeling all my contempt into those two words. “Marking me like some insecure teenager. As if that changes anything between us.”

“I’m determined,” he corrected, his thumb brushing my lower lip with unexpected gentleness. “And patient. Five years, Lysandra. Five years of waiting, planning, preparing.”

“For what?” I demanded, confused by the shift in his demeanor.

His eyes locked with mine, something almost vulnerable flashing across his features. “For you to realize=”

“Lysandra!”

Kieran’s voice echoed down the corridor, breaking the tense moment. Tristan’s expression instantly shuttered, that brief glimpse of vulnerability vanishing beneath his usual mask of cold indifference.

“Your watchdog calls,” he said, releasing me abruptly. “Better run to him.”

I stepped back, straightening my torn dress as best I could, grateful for the interruption yet oddly frustrated. What had Tristan been about to say?

Kieran rounded the corner, his expression darkening as he took in the scene–my disheveled appearance, Tristan’s bloody

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shirt, the palpable tension between us.

“What did you do to her?” Kieran demanded, moving protectively to my side.

Tristan’s eyes flicked to Kieran dismissively before returning to me. “Ask her what she did to me first.

“Get out of our territory,” Kieran growled. “You’ve overstayed your welcome.

A cruel smile twisted Tristan’s lips. “Have 1? And here I thought I was just getting started.” He straightened his blood- stained shirt with deliberate casualness. “Tell your Alpha I’ll be seeing him again. Very soon.”