Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201

Third Person POV

Lysandra yanked her hand away from Tristan’s grip, the sudden movement causing several nearby customers to glance their way. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she hissed, her brow furrowing as she stared at him.

Tristan looked at his empty hand for a moment, seeming almost surprised that she’d broken free so easily. The tension radiating from his body was palpable, his shoulders rigid beneath his tailored suit as he struggled to maintain control.

Studying his face, Lysandra tried to decipher why he was here. There was something different about him–his usual commanding presence seemed diminished, his Alpha aura barely detectable. If she hadn’t known who he was, she might have mistaken him for any ordinary businessman who’d wandered in for coffee. Was he injured? Sick?

“Lysandra,” Tristan said through clenched teeth, ‘I need to talk to you. Now.”

“You fucking- she started, then caught herself as she noticed several customers watching them with undisguised interest. She forced a smile and addressed the room. “Everyone, please continue enjoying your coffee.”

She wanted to scream at him, to demand he leave her alone after everything he’d put her through. But making a scene would only hurt Eleanor’s business. Lysandra took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. The mixture of anxiety and anger coming from him made her wary, putting her on high alert.

“Excuse me, sir… sir, I don’t know who you are, but please don’t bother her.” A young man with sandy brown hair had approached them, standing slightly behind Lysandra with a protective air.

“Evan, what are you doing? Go back to your seat,” Lysandra whispered.

“Lysandra, you don’t understand these corporate types,” Evan continued, undeterred. “They just like to play with young women. Don’t worry, I’ll

protect you.”

Tristan’s brow furrowed as he recognized the young man–the same one who had been talking outside his car, who had called Lysandra a “butterfly” and been reminded she was someone’s “sister–in–law.” His jaw tightened visibly.

Lysandra was momentarily stunned, then nearly burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. The idea of this college kid “protecting” her from Tristan Wolfbane, one of the most powerful Alphas in the country, was almost comical. She managed to keep her composure, though, knowing that laughing would only enrage Tristan further.

“Don’t worry, dear,” she called out loudly enough for the entire café to hear. “He’s an old friend of mine.”

“You sure?” Evan asked, still eyeing Tristan suspiciously.

“Yes,” Lysandra assured him, patting his arm gently.

“Sorry for the misunderstanding, man,” Evan said to Tristan with an apologetic shrug. “You know how beautiful she is–I just got concerned.” He glanced back at Lysandra. “I’ll head back now.”

“Yes, do that,” Lysandra said, relieved.

As Evan walked back to his table, his friends gave him thumbs up for his bravery. Lysandra felt a surge of affection for the young man. Despite being several years her junior, Evan had always been sweet to her–perhaps too sweet, with his obvious crush that she’d gently rebuffed multiple times. She saw him as a little brother, nothing more.

Tristan’s eyes followed Evan, his gaze turning predatory. The edges of his irises flickered with a dangerous red tint–a sign of an Alpha’s rage barely contained. His body language had shifted, becoming more tense, more coiled, like a predator preparing to strike.

Lysandra noticed his reaction to her touching Evan’s arm and realized with dismay that Tristan had completely misinterpreted their

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relationship. She cleared her throat. “You could just leave

She stopped mid–sentence, suddenly aware of the subtle shift in the atmosphere. Though Tristan’s Alpha presence was unusually weak, it was still there, rippling through the air in unstable waves. Other customers–the ones who were werewolves–were beginning to look uncomfortable sensing something was off.

When Tristan turned his dark gaze back to her, Lysandra abruptly realized this was no longer just a private argument. This was a public appearance by a sovereign Alpha, and she was no longer part of Silverblood Pack. Her demeanor shifted instantly from cold resistance to surface–level respect–basic werewolf etiquette demanded nothing less.

“Alpha,” she said with an awkward smile, “what did you want to discuss?”

Tristan’s jaw clenched tighter at her sudden formality. It seemed to anger him more, though Lysandra couldn’t understand why. She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes as he stood there like a statue, rigid and unyielding.

“Excuse me, sir…” Eleanor approached them cautiously. “Perhaps you could tell me how we might help you?”

Tristan turned to Lysandra. “Are you coming with me or not?”

*I told you that night, I was very clear,” Lysandra replied, her voice tight with controlled anger. “We’re not seeing each other again. What new responsibility are you trying to push on me this time?”

“Did I say that’s what I came for?” Tristan countered.

“Then why are you here, Tristan Wolfbane?” Lysandra lowered her voice so only he could hear. “If you want me to lose my job, just go to my boss and have her fire me. What else can I expect from you? But at least don’t ruin the business she’s trying to run.”

Tristan turned to Eleanor. “Are you the owner of this coffee shop?”

“Yes, I am,” Eleanor replied, standing her ground despite the intimidating man before her.

“Your honest employee here says I’m disturbing the business you’re trying to run,” Tristan said. “So I’m here to pay for the inconvenience.”

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