Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 198

hapter 198

I stumbled out of Maclor’s cabin just a dawn broke over the forest, pate light fiering though the mid the hams a Besuty. My body moved inechanically, disconnected from my mind which was drowning in a subsint of giliy vaid sit flathin

I reached my car and gripped the door handle, staring at my reflection in the window. I hardly regnized the haunted that looking his

in

but I couldn’t bring myself to turn the key.

What the fuck have I done?

The images from the crystal kept replaying in my mind – Lysandra tertified as Vivian threatened her, the Moon Goddess’s light surrounding her, the miracle that was real, not fabricated. And worst of all, Vivian’s smirking face as she fed me lie after lie that I eagerly swallowed.

1 finally managed to start the car, my movements mechanical. The engine roared to life, and I slammed my foot on the accelerator, tires spinning in the mud before finding purchase. The car shot forward down the narrow forest path, branches scraping against the sides.

My mind was chaos, thoughts colliding like shrapnel. She never lied to me. She never manipulated my father. She never used me for power. She was innocent. And I destroyed her life.

The car swerved dangerously as I took a curve too fast, nearly clipping a tree. My wolf growled in alarm, but I barely registered it. The speedometer crept higher as I hit the mountain road, the vehicle hugging curves at speeds that would terrify a normal driver.

A truck appeared around a blind corner, horn blaring as it barreled toward me, I was frozen for a split second, staring at the oncoming headlights like they might offer salvation. At the last possible moment, my survival instinct kicked in, and I yanked the wheel hard, the car skidding sideways.

I missed the truck by inches, but the momentum sent my car careening off the road. The tires caught the shallow ditch, the engine screaming in protest as I fought to regain control. When the car finally stopped, I was half–off the road, the front bumper buried in weeds.

“Fuck!” I slammed my hands against the steering wheel, then pressed my forehead against it, feeling hot tears slide down my cheeks. “I’m such a fucking asshole.”

My breathing came in ragged gasps, shoulders shaking with the force of emotions I couldn’t contain. I hadn’t cried since I was a child, but now I couldn’t stop.

Pull yourself together, my wolf snarled. This isn’t helping anyone. You want to die before you can fix this? Slow the fuck down!

The harsh reality of his words penetrated my grief. What right did I have to fall apart when Lysandra had suffered for years because of me? I forced myself to take deep breaths, wiping roughly at my eyes before pulling back onto the road.

I drove more carefully now, but my mind remained a battlefield of guilt and regret. Every memory of Lysandra took on new meaning – her confusion when I first turned cold toward her, her pain during the rejection ceremony, her fierce protection of our children that I had interpreted as spite.

I nearly missed another turn, the car swerving dangerously close to the guardrail. The screech of metal against metal jolted me back to reality.

“ENOUGH!” my wolf roared in my mind. “You want to see Lysandra and the children again? Then FOCUS! We’re no good to them dead!”

His words cut through my spiral of self–recrimination. He was right. I needed to pull myself together. I slowed the car to a reasonable speed, though my hands still trembled on the wheel

I barely remembered the rest of the drive back to my apartment. I stumbled through the door, not bothering with the lights, and headed straight for the bathroom. My clothes felt/suffocating, contaminated with the lies I’d lived with for years, but I didn’t even bother removing them before turning on the shower.

I stepped under the spray, letting ice–cold water pound against me. I hoped it might wash away some of the guilt, but it only made me more aware of the burning pain in my chest. Physical discomfort was nothing compared to the knowledge of what I’d done.

Chapter 198

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Eventually, I shut off the water and stood dripping on the bathroom frost, staring at my reflection in the neony mirror, Bark endor bloodshot eyes, stubble darkening my jaw, hair plactéred to my head: I looked like it. Appropriate, since that & macity where i die

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Any phone rang suddenly, the sound jaiting in the quiet apartment. I grabbed it from the counter where I’d tossed it, sealing Varlar’s name an

the screen.

Alpha, I’ve started tracking Vivian, but you didn’t tell me exactly what happened. Are you okay? His voice was cautious, professional

“No,” 1 rasped, my voice sounding like it had been dragged over broken glass. I’m not okay… I fucked everything up, Varian

There was a brief pause before he responded, concern evident in his tone. I’ve never heard you sound like this. Do you need me to come over?”

“No… I need to be alone right now.” The thought of facing anyone, even my loyal Beta, was unbearable.

“Is this about Lysandra?” he asked carefully.

I flinched at her name, guilt stabbing through me like a knife. “She… she never deceived me, I managed, each word painful to articulate. The prophecy was real… she was framed by Vivian… I’m the one who destroyed her life.”

Silence stretched between us for several seconds. When Varian finally spoke, his voice had regained its professional edge, though I could hear the shock beneath it.

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