Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195

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She laughed again, a sound that bordered on hysterical. You know what? I regret meeting you every single day Every Single Diet Erst in world that brought us together, hate this prophecy that forced me to be your Lona!”

I stared at her, confused by the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes that she refused to let fall. There was a flash of something in her gaze—her wolf, I realized with a jolt.

For a brief moment, she didn’t look like the strong woman who had faced me down on the battlefield. Site looked like the briken girl from the rejection ceremony all those years ago.

I looked away, suddenly uncomfortable with the raw emotion on display. Get in the car, I said, my voice rougher than I intended. Til drive you home. It’s on my way.”

Fuck, why do I still care? I should hate her. I despised myself for lying, for caring. Why hadn’t I just let her die on the battlefield after discovering the truth about the children? Why had I insisted on bringing her back to my territory and caring for her?

Lysandra walked toward my car but stopped just before reaching it. The wild look in her eyes had transformed into something cold and dark.

“All the pain I’m going through right now is because of you, Tristan,” she said, her voice razor–sharp. It was then, and it is now.”

She gave a humorless laugh. “Isn’t it ironic? This fucking destiny… Even when I want to kill you, I end up having to bow to you.”

Her next words came out quieter, but no less intense. “You’re the father of my children. I’m glad you’ve accepted them, at least you have that much humanity in you.”

She paused, swallowing hard before continuing, “The day I left Silverblood Pack was the hardest day of my life. I couldn’t stop, because I knew if you found out I was carrying your children, you would kill them.”

Her accusation sent a spike of fury through me. I raised an eyebrow, keeping my expression glacial. “Since you’ve admitted that you fabricated the prophecy to marry me, why are you standing here playing the victim? Do you want my sympathy? A liar expecting forgiveness?”

Lysandra’s face contorted with rage. “Since you’re convinced I’m a liar, fine. I, Lysandra Ravencroft, reject you, Tristan Wolfbane, as my destined

mate!”

The moment the words left her mouth, an excruciating pain tore through my chest. I staggered backward, tasting blood as it welled up in my mouth. This made no sense–a verbal rejection shouldn’t have any physical effect.

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