Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207

Tristan’s POV

Her words struck me like venom, seeping through my veins and paralyzing me where I stood. I stared at her, unable to process what she’d fent said.

How could her heart change? We were destined mates–the prophecy had confirmed it. Even without a formal marking, that connection wasn’t supposed to just disappear. I’d spent years convinced she’d manipulated me, used me, never truly loved me–and now, when I finally knew the truth, when I was ready to make amends, she claimed to feel nothing?

My wolf howled in protest, refusing to accept her words. She’s lying, he insisted. She has to be lying

“You can’t just stop loving someone,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. “Not when fate itself chose us for each other.”

Lysandra’s eyes hardened, that familiar emerald green turning cold as ice. “Watch me.”

I took a step toward her, desperately searching her face for any sign of the woman who had once looked at me with such devotion, who had whispered “I love you” even as I treated her with contempt.

“If what you felt was real, it doesn’t just vanish.” My hand clenched at my side, knuckles white with the effort it took not to reach for her.

“Don’t tell me how my feelings work.” Lysandra crossed her arms over her chest, creating another barrier between us. And keep your apology. I don’t want it.”

“Lysandra-”

“Just stop.” She held up a hand. “Take your sudden guilt trip somewhere else. I’ve moved on with my life, and I need you to let me continue doing so. Haven’t you done enough already? I rejected you -didn’t that make it clear enough?”

“I’m trying to make things right.” The words sounded hollow even to my own ears.

“Why now?” she demanded. “What’s changed? You’ve spent years treating me like garbage, accusing me of horrible things, and suddenly you’re sorry? You took my children from me, Tristan.”

I flinched at the reminder. “I didn’t know-”

“You didn’t want to know,” she cut me off. “Put your apology back in your pocket and let me live my life. How many times do I have to say it? I’m trying to be civil with you, can’t you see that? I don’t want to kill you, and I don’t want you to kill me. I want to stay alive for my family, for my brother, and for my children:”

I stared at her, each word like a knife twisting in my chest. The casual way she mentioned killing me–not a hint of hesitation or regret. She truly hated me more than she’d ever loved me.

Something shifted inside me. Pride, maybe, or self–preservation. Whatever tenderness I’d been feeling hardened into familiar coldness. My jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as I stepped back, retreating behind the Alpha mask I’d worn for years.

“You say you don’t love me anymore,” I said, my voice dropping to that controlled tone I used in business negotiations. “I don’t believe you.”

Lysandra laughed, the sound sharp with disbelief. “That’s just your ego talking. You can’t stand the idea that someone might not want you.

“It’s not ego.” I moved toward her, deliberate now, predatory. “It’s the truth. You can deny our connection all you want, but we both know it’s still there.”

“Your version of it, maybe.”

I reached out suddenly, catching her wrist in my hand and pulling her forward. Before she could protest, I pressed her palm flat against my

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chest, right over my heart.

“Feel that?” I asked, holding her gaze. “My heartbeat. Don’t tell me you feel nothing when you touch me.”

She tried to pull away, but I held firm. “Let go.”

“Admit it, Lysandra.” I stepped closer, forcing her to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. “You’re lying. To me and to yourself.

“You’re delusional.” She tried again to free her hand, but I tightened my grip.

“Every time I get close to you, you get nervous.” I moved forward again, and she instinctively stepped back. That’s not hate. That’s you fighting what’s between us.”

“You’re so full of yourself.” Lysandra continued backing away, a flicker of panic crossing her face. “Let go of me!”

I followed, matching her step for step. “Why are you running if you feel nothing?”

“I’m not running, I’m trying to get away from an asshole who won’t respect boundaries.”

Her heel caught on something–a raised board on the bridge–and she stumbled backward with a startled cry. I lunged forward instinctively, one arm wrapping around her waist to break her fall.

We overbalanced, and I twisted at the last second, taking the impact on my back as we hit the wooden planks of the bridge. Lysandra landed on top of me, her hands braced against my chest, her face inches from mine.

Time seemed to stop. Her weight pressed against me, warm and solid. Her hair fell around us like a curtain, shutting out the world. I could feel every curve of her body aligned with mine, every breath she took, the rapid beat of her heart echoing my own.

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