Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 166

As I lay there in wolf form, watching over them, rage boiled inside me with an intensity that seated even me. Tristan had done thit – force to choose between my children and my brother, made my babies cry in terror, threatened everything I loved. If I died tonight, these prel children would grow up without their mother, all because of his wounded pride and obsessive need for revenge.

I hate you, Tristan Wolfbane, I thought, my wolf form barely containing my fury. You’ve taken so much from me already, and now you might tak me from my children. I’ll never forgive you for this. Never.

Once they were asleep, I slipped out and hurried to my bedroom, thankful for the chance to transform back into human form and dress again in private.

Then I went back to the living room, pacing restlessly, unable to settle as minutes stretched into an hour with no news from the front. My parents sat silently on the sofa, hands clasped together, faces drawn with worry.

“Alaric can’t maintain his wolf form for long in his condition,” I said finally, breaking the silence. “He’ll be vulnerable.”

My mother looked up, her eyes red–rimmed. “Don’t, Lyss. Don’t torture yourself with these thoughts.”

“How can I not?” I stopped pacing, turning to face them. “Mom, I can’t just sit here doing nothing. If there’s something I could do to help Alaric

“You’re not going anywhere,” my mother interrupted, her voice suddenly shar

“Stay in the manor, just as your brother ordered.*

“How can you ask me to hide indoors while my brother is out there fighting?” I demanded, frustration bleeding into my tone. “Possibly dying?”

“He’s not alone, my father countered. “He has his soldiers.”

He’s sick, Dad. What if he can’t shift? What if they attack him when he’s vulnerable?”

My father’s expression hardened. “And what do you propose to do about it?”

I looked away, taking a deep breath. “Let me at least see what’s happening.”

I slipped through the rear emergency exit of Ravencroft Manor. To my surprise, a dozen guards stood posted around the perimeter, far more than normal. Alaric had clearly anticipated trouble–and my possible reaction.

One of the guards spotted me immediately, straightening to attention. “Ms. Ravencroft, you shouldn’t be outside.”

“I need information,” I said, moving closer. “What’s happening at the front? Is my brother safo

The guards exchanged guarded looks, their reluctance obvious.

“Tell me,” I insisted, my patience fraying.

“We’re sorry, miss,” the senior guard said with a respectful bow. “Alpha Alaric specifically instructed us not to share any battle information with you. He was concerned you might… act impulsively.”

I bit back a retort, understanding my brother’s reasoning even as it frustrated me. Instead, I reached out through our pack mind–link, trying to contact any officials who might respond. Silence greeted me, deepening my fear.

A voice suddenly crashed into my mind.

Lysandra!

I recognized our Delta’s mental voice, strained with panic.

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What’s happening? I responded Instantly. Is Alarie skny?

The answer came in broken fragments, as if he was struggling to maintain the connection. Tell… Alpha Caspian….come immediatly brother… dying.

Ice Nooded my veins. What happened? Tell me!

Ambush… Tristan’s forces… too many… Alaric collapsed… can’t hold them back much longer.

The connection severed abruptly, leaving me shaking with fear and rage. Tristan was really doing this trying to kill my sick brother, knowing full well his condition.

i couldn’t send my father–I wouldn’t risk losing both him and Alaric in one night. But I couldn’t abandon my brother either.

“I’m going to the front, I announced to the startled guards, already moving toward the forest.

Two guards immediately stepped into my path. “Ms. Ravencroft, please return inside. We have strict orders.”

I faced them squarely, letting some of my power rise to the surface. “I understand your orders. Now understand mine. My brother is dying out there. I’m going to him.”

“Alpha Alaric specifically said, even if he dies in battle, we cannot let you leave,” the guard insisted, though I noticed him take a small step back.

I paused, thinking of my twins sleeping peacefully upstairs, of my parents who had already lost so much. Then I thought of Alaric, weak and vulnerable, facing Tristan’s wrath.