Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

My hand paused on her back. I clenched my fist and said quietly, “I can only promise you that I’ll make sure those men die a míserable death.

Selene tightened her embrace, but my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking of Lysandra. I knew I felt gratitude toward Selene, maybe even friendship, but she could never replace Lysandra in my heart.

My mind raced with conflicting thoughts. I needed to end things with her, but not like this, not when she was already broken.

My mother approached us, her elegant figure casting a long shadow across the floor.

“Selene, dear,” she said softly, extending her hand to stroke Selene’s blonde hair.

At my mother’s touch, Selene finally loosened her grip on me. She turned toward Isolde, tears streaming down her face, and fell into my mother’s embrace.

My mother gently rubbed Selene’s back, murmuring comforting words while maintaining that steady gaze on me. I wanted to look away but couldn’t.

“You’ve been through so much, child,” Isolde said to Selene after her sobs had quieted. “You’ll stay here tonight.”

Selene pulled back slightly, wiping her tears with trembling fingers. “Thank you, Mrs. Wolfbane.”

“Isolde, please,” my mother corrected gently. “Come, let’s get you settled.”

As they moved toward the stairs, my mother glanced back at me. “Tristan.”

I knew what she wanted–a conversation about everything that had happened, about my plans for Selene, about Lysandra. But I couldn’t face that, not tonight.

“Mom, I don’t want to discuss this anymore,” I said, my voice sounding tired even to my own ears.

She studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, my son.”

My head was a fucking disaster. I needed quiet, needed to think clearly before I drowned in the chaos of my own making. Without it, the blood boiling in my veins might actually burst through. Right now, I just wanted to see my kids.

As I approached the twins‘ wing, I spotted a servant rounding the corner from their rooms. She carried two dinner trays, the food on them completely untouched. When she saw me, her eyes widened, and she quickly lowered her head.

“They wouldn’t eat, Alpha,” she explained hastily. “I tried my best, but they just…”

I felt my heart sink. Another night of them refusing food. For weeks now, I’d been trying to connect with them, to convince them to accept me

as their father. Last week, when I’d rescued that injured eagle, I’d seen a flicker of warmth in Lyra’s eyes for the first time,

But a lot had happened recently, and I hadn’t spent time with them in three days. In their eyes, I’d reverted to being that cold Alpha who tore them from their mother.

Taking a deep breath, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small cloth bag. The servant’s eyes darted to it, recognizing the honey cookies from the downtown bakery–Lyra’s favorite. Varian had picked them up earlier when I’d sent him to town.

“Give me the trays,” I said.

Both the servant and Varian, who stood a few paces behind me, looked shocked. I wasn’t known for personal gestures like delivering dinner trays.

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Chapter 215

“Alpha?” The servant hesitated.

“The trays,” I repeated, my tone firm but not harsh.

She quickly stepped forward and handed them to me. I shifted the cloth bag and the small gift box I’d been carrying–a wooden box carred with wolf patterns for Orion–to balance them with the trays as I walked toward the twins‘ room.

Standing outside their door, I gripped the handle without turning it. I pressed my ear against the polished wood, listening to the soft whispers and occasional giggles coming from inside.

I took a deep breath and knocked gently. The laughter inside stopped instantly. I schooled my features, trying to look less intimidating than usual. Then I pushed the door open.

Orion and Lyra sat cross–legged on Lyra’s bed, their heads snapping toward me as I entered. Whatever joy had been on their faces seconds ago vanished immediately. I noticed they were holding the tablets I’d given them, and they quickly clicked something on the screens before shoving them under the pillows.

I sighed internally but kept my expression neutral.

“Why aren’t you two eating dinner?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle as I set the trays on the small table near the bed.

Orion’s face darkened. “We don’t want to.”

Lyra’s eyes darted between me and the food, clearly torn. I noticed she looked thinner than when I’d first brought them here. The worry that had been gnawing at me intensified.

“I brought you something,” I said, pulling out the cloth bag.

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