Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203

Lysandra’s POV

“Stop the car,” I commanded, my voice sharp in the confined space of the luxury sedan.

The driver’s eyes flickered to the rearview mirror, but the car maintained its steady pace. I leaned forward, raising my voice.

Hey! Stop the car,” I repeated, my heart beginning to race. “You deaf? I said stop the car.”

Nothing. The driver continued as if I hadn’t spoken, his eyes now fixed firmly on the road ahead. I turned to Tristan beside me, fear prickling along my spine. His behavior at the coffee shop–that fake heart attack, the way he’d practically kidnapped me from my job, and that strange comment: “I need to explain some things to you.”

I studied his profile as he gazed out the window, his jaw set in that familiar hard line. But something was different today. Since leaving the coffee shop, he seemed to have regained some of that intimidating Alpha presence, yet it wasn’t quite the same. There was something unsettled about him, something I couldn’t put my finger on.

The realization hit me like a physical blow–he was dangerous. Tristan Wolfbane had always been a predator, but I’d never truly felt he might actually kill me. Until now.

My mind raced through possible motives. Did he somehow discover they were his? Was this elaborate charade–pulling me from work, driving me to a secluded location–all part of a plan to eliminate me and take my children?

“Why do you think I want to kill you?”

I jerked my head toward him, shocked. “What the fuck?” I whispered, my blood running cold. How did he know what I was thinking?

Tristan’s eyes–those stormy blue–gray eyes—were fixed on me now, watching with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

“You’re staring at me like I’m about to rip your throat out,” he observed, his voice unnervingly calm. “What exactly do you think is happening here?”

I straightened my spine, refusing to show fear. “You’re not seeing my concern about your plans? Why would you want to kill me? To get sole custody of my children?” I leaned closer, dropping my voice to a dangerous whisper. “You can’t kill me, Tristan Wolfbane. I’ll kill you first.”

From the front seat, I caught a sudden movement–the driver’s hand twitching toward his waist, where I glimpsed the outline of a gun. My breath caught in my throat.

“Keep driving, Tristan commanded without looking away from me.

The driver’s eyes met Tristan’s in the rearview mirror. He gave a curt nod and slowly moved his hand back to the steering wheel.

Jesus Christ, does everyone in this pack carry guns? I thought, fighting to keep my expression neutral.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t order him to shoot you,” Tristan said, his voice oddly matter–of–fact. “He’s the Alpha’s driver, so he’s supposed to have a gun for protection.”

I stared at him, unnerved. Am I thinking too loudly? How the hell does he know what I’m thinking? I decided to keep quiet. If Tristan tried anything, I’d fight back with everything I had

“I should have killed him that night during the war,” I whispered, almost to myself.

Tristan’s eyes flickered with something I couldn’t identify. “You hate me, don’t you?” he asked, his hand unconsciously moving to his chest where he’d faked the heart pain earlier, Except now, he seemed to be experiencing genuine discomfort.

“Of course,” I answered without hesitation.

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Chapter 203

“How much?” His breathing quickened slightly, his eyes never leaving mine.

I studied his face, noting the strange expression I’d glimpsed in the coffee shop—something unreadable yet deeply unsettling. And that discomfort… was it really all an act?

“More than I love my children,” I replied coldly.

His body visibly stiffened, jaw clenching tight. His hand pressed against his chest again, as if my words had physically wounded him. I watched, confused by his reaction. I’d expected him to ask why I hated him so much, to demand an explanation–not this strange, almost pained

response.

“You shouldn’t forget who I am,” he said, his voice deeper than usual, as if he was struggling to maintain his composure.

I nodded slowly, “Yes, Alpha. I know you’re my Alpha. And… my children’s father, and… my ex–husband.”

Tristan suddenly leaned toward me, close enough that I could feel his breath on my face. “You forgot one thing. I’m still your mate.”

The word “mate” hit me like a slap. My cursed fate, my eternal connection to this man–even after everything.

I lifted my hand and gently pushed him away. “You having memory issues? I rejected you, so that’s ex–mate.”

His eyebrows shot up, genuine surprise crossing his features. He took a deep breath, fingers once again drifting to his chest in that unconscious

gesture.

I turned away, looking out the window. We were heading in a direction I’d never been before–toward Moonvale Lake. During my years in Silverblood Pack, I’d never visited this place. My adoptive parents had kept me practically imprisoned, rarely allowing me outside except for

school.

“Never think like that again,” Tristan murmured.

I glanced at him, uncertain if he was speaking to me or the driver. It was unlike him to talk about the mate bond so openly.

“I know how you feel about me,” I said finally.

Tristan paused, slowly turning his head toward me with a slight frown.

‘I know you hate me, and believe me, Tristan. The feeling is mutual.”

His jaw tightened again, his breathing becoming slightly labored, as if my words were knives cutting into him.

What the hell is wrong with this man?

“Don’t overthink it,” he said abruptly. “When I said we needed to talk, this wasn’t what I meant.”

I sighed, growing tired of his cryptic behavior. But had to admit, something was definitely off about him today.

“Then talk already? I’m waiting, Alpha. What are you waiting for?”

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