Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 217

The sudden movement caused her robe to slip, revealing her collarbone and a glimpse of cleavage. Heat rushed through my body, my throat constricting as my fingertips tingled with the memory of her skin.

My wolf stirred restlessly, instinctively trying to move closer to the screen, hungry for more of what we’d once taken for granted.

“Tristan?!” Lysandra gasped, frantically pulling her robe closed.

I averted my eyes, clenching my fists at my sides.

“Why… why are you? Are the children alright? Her voice shifted from shock to concern.

I looked back at the screen to find she’d composed herself, though that did little to calm the riot in my blood.

“They’re fine. Eating dinner,” I managed, my voice rougher than I intended.

Silence stretched between us until she broke it. “Are you calling to tell me I can’t contact them anymore?”

I studied her face, noting the exhaustion in her eyes, the slight shadows beneath them. I stared at her, considering my response. I didn’t want her to know I was the one who’d allowed the children to stay in touch with her. Some stubborn part of me couldn’t admit that.

My mind drifted to earlier today–watching her leave with Eldreth, the casual intimacy in their interaction. Before I could stop myself, my hand moved toward my pocket, reaching for cigarettes, before I remembered where I was and stopped.

“What’s going on between you and Eldreth?” The question tumbled out against my better judgment.

Her eyebrows shot up. “Sorry?”

“No, I can’t forgive you,” I replied automatically.

She frowned. “Are you making some kind of joke? Because it’s not funny. Tristan Wolfbane, you have no right to know anything about that.”

I nodded, brow arched. “Fine. Then stop calling your children.” I made a show of moving to end the call.

“No, wait!” Her eyes widened in panic.

I couldn’t help the smirk that formed. “Done playing difficult? Tell me the truth now.”

“You’re the most arrogant man I’ve ever met,” she snapped.

“Are you going to tell me or not?” I asked, impatience coloring my tone

She sighed in defeat. “He’s my friend. Dr. Rylan told me he’s the only one who might be able to save Alaric. So I convinced him to help my

brother.”

I watched her closely, noting how her voice wavered slightly when she mentioned her brother.

“So he’s treating your brother,” I confirmed.

“Yes.”

Relief flooded through me, washing away the suffocating feeling that had plagued me since watching her leave with Eldreth. I’d been trying to calm myself all evening, but who knew that simply seeing her would bring me peace? I couldn’t help wondering if she’d always had this effect on me, and I’d been too stupid to notice.

Chapter 217

“I’ve told you everything,” she said firmly. “Now, don’t take their devices away.”

I rolled my eyes. “I wasn’t planning to anyway.”

Her mouth dropped open. “So you lied to get the information you wanted!*

I couldn’t suppress my laugh. There was something about her anger that I found oddly endearing. This conversation–this bickering–felt good, almost normal.

I hate you, Tristan,” she said, but the words lacked their usual venom.

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