Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Third Person POV

Caspian patted her hand reassuringly. “These past eight months, I’ve seen how you’ve struggled. How you’ve cried when you thought no one was watching. I know you still love him, so I made one final attempt to reach out to

him.”

Hope fluttered wildly in her chest–treacherous, fragile hope. Perhaps Tristan would accept her now, accept their children. Perhaps they could begin again, repair what had been broken.

Alaric’s harsh voice shattered the fragile bubble. “Tell her, Dad. Tell her what that bastard said when he heard her name. That he didn’t want to discuss her. That he didn’t care if she lived or died.”

The pain that lanced through her chest was sharper than any surgical wound. Even with her life hanging in the balance, Tristan’s hatred hadn’t softened.

“Why did you do that, Dad?” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You didn’t have to.”

Luna Aurelia moved closer, her own eyes glistening as she watched her daughter’s pain. The entire family stood around her bed, concern etched into their features. They all saw how vulnerable she looked, how broken.

“If you want him,” her father said gently, “I could speak to him. Make him understand-”

“Dad!” Lysandra’s eyes widened in shock.

“Caspian!” Aurelia exclaimed simultaneously, as Alaric made a sound of outraged disbelief.

Lysandra shook her head vigorously. “No, Dad. Please don’t say that. My father is a proud Alpha. I won’t see you demean yourself for me.” She looked at her twins, now cradled in her mother’s and brother’s arms. “I don’t love him anymore. I’ll forget him.”

Caspian tightened his grip on her hand, his expression pained. Losing her once had nearly destroyed him; he

couldn’t bear to see her suffering now.

“He doesn’t know about the babies. Let me call-

“No, Dad,” she interrupted, her voice gaining strength. “I swear I’ll forget him. Make sure he never knows about my children. They’re mine alone. I have you, Mom, and Alaric. I’ll live with dignity. I won’t think of him again. I

promise you.”

As she spoke the words, something shifted inside her–a door closing on possibilities that had never truly existed. The hope she’d secretly harbored, that somehow Tristan might change, might accept her and their children, died a quiet death in that hospital room.

That night, as her family slept in chairs beside her bed, Lysandra felt a strange warmth radiating from her core. Something awakened inside her, stronger than the drugs, stronger than the pain of surgery, stronger than her broken heart.

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A separate consciousness stirred–ancient, powerful, protective. I am Astrid, came the voice in her mind. And you are blessed by the Moon Goddess.

When the night nurse checked on her at midnight, she gasped in shock. The cesarean incision, which should have been raw and fresh, had nearly healed.

A week later, under the full moon, the truth revealed itself.

Lysandra walked alone through the dense forest surrounding the Moonshade Pack territory. The pull of the moon was irresistible, drawing her deeper into the trees despite the late hour. Her feet moved of their own accord, following a path she somehow recognized.

In a clearing bathed in silver moonlight, she stopped. Power surged through me, electric and primal.

Shift.

The voice in her head wasn’t her own, yet felt intimately familiar. She gasped as pain shot through her body–her bones breaking and reforming, muscles stretching, skin sprouting fur. She fell to her hands and knees, her scream

transforming into a howl as her body reshaped itself.

When the transformation completed, she stood on four legs, her body covered in thick purple fur that shimmered with silver highlights in the moonlight. She lifted my muzzle to the sky and released a powerful howl that echoed through the trees.

I am Astrid, the voice in her mind said. And you were never truly wolfless. You are blessed by the Moon Goddess. You will be the greatest healer, with the ability to mend wounds.

She ran through the forest, reveling in my new form, my new power. The weakness and vulnerability that Tristan had mocked for so long was gone, replaced by strength and purpose.

I don’t want to be anyone’s healer, She responded silently. I just want to protect my children and live my life.

You cannot escape your destiny, Astrid replied. But you can shape it.

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The memory faded, leaving Lysandra standing in the hotel room, facing Kieran who still awaited her answer.

“No, I have no feelings for that cruel Alpha.” Her voice came out steadier than she expected.

Kieran studied her face for several heartbeats, doubt flickering behind his warm eyes. Something deeper lingered there too–a longing he’d carried for years, visible to everyone except the woman standing before him. The pack members, her family, even the twins had noticed how his expression softened whenever she entered a room, how his schedule mysteriously aligned with hers, how his hands lingered a moment too long when they touched.

“Good,” he finally said, his voice gentle. “You deserve better than him.” You deserve someone who would cherish you, he thought but didn’t say. Someone like me.

The next day.

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Lysandra’s phone chimed with a new message. She expected Alaric checking in, but instead found a flood of notifications from social media. With growing horror, She scrolled through dozens of posts showing photos of Tristan and her from the previous night.

The images captured them in an intimate–looking conversation, carefully angled to make it appear as though she was pursuing him. Comments from Silverblood Pack members flooded the posts, calling her “shameless” and

“traitor.”