Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222

I showed through the revalving deers of Walthane Enterprises, desperate to escape the building and the humiliation still burning on my cheeks Post & few more steps and I’d be five to hail a cab and put this disaster behind me.

sandra, wait.”

My entire body tensed at the sound of that voice. Before I could take another step, fingers wrapped around my wrist, I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

Let go of me, Tristan. I kept my voice low, aware of the curious glances from people entering and exiting the building.

Come upstairs with me.”

1 yanked my arm, trying to break his grip. “So you can humiliate me further? No thanks.”

My attempt to free myself failed; his fingers remained locked around my wrist like steel bands. I finally turned to face him, ready to cause a scene if necessary.

“I said let go.” I glared up at him, not bothering to hide my anger.

Instead of releasing me, he glanced pointedly at the small crowd gathering near the entrance, their phones already out, eagerly hoping for drama between their Alpha and his mysterious visitor.

“Follow me upstairs for a conversation, or I’ll carry you there myself.” His thumb brushed against my pulse point, an intimate gesture that felt like a threat. “Your choice. Would you prefer tomorrow’s social media headlines to feature us like this?”

I opened my mouth to tell him exactly where he could stick his threat when he added, “And think about your friend Eleanor’s coffee shop. I’d hate to see her lose this contract before it really begins.”

The bastard. He knew exactly which buttons to push.

“Fine, I hissed through clenched teeth.

A satisfied smile flickered across his lips before disappearing. He released my wrist but placed his hand at the small of my back, guiding me toward the private elevator.

As we crossed the lobby, employees scattered like frightened mice, suddenly fascinated with their phones or the floor or anything else that wasn’t their Alpha escorting a furious woman toward the executive elevator.

The doors slid open instantly–perks of being the boss, I supposed–and I stepped inside, immediately moving to the far corner. Tristan followed, pressing the button for the top floor. The doors closed with a soft hiss, trapping me in the small space with him.

I stared at my reflection in the polished elevator door, refusing to acknowledge him. My cheeks were flushed with anger, eyes bright with unshed tears of frustration. I looked exactly how I felt–humiliated and cornered.

“I didn’t set you up,” Tristan broke the silence, his voice surprisingly soft.

I kept my eyes fixed forward. “Of course not. You just arranged for me to walk into a meeting full of Alphas ready to mock the fallen Moonshade princess. Total coincidence.” /

“That’s not-

The elevator chimed, cutting him off as the doors slid open to reveal an elegant hallway with frosted glass walls. Tristan gestured for me to

exit first.

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Chapter 222

He led me down the corridor to a doof marked with a simple silver plaque: “Tristan Wolfbane, Alpha. Unlike the conference room door, this ohe was unmistakable.

Tristan unlocked it and pushed it open, motioning for me to enter. I hesitated in the doorway, taking in the spacious office beyorid.

I felt his hand at my back again, gently but firmly pushing me forward. I stepped inside just to escape his touch, and he followed, closing the

door behind us with a decisive click.

“Why did you show up in the conference room?” Tristan asked, staying by the door as if blocking my escape route.

Your employee gave me wrong directions. I crossed my arms defensively. “And I had no idea you were in a meeting.”

Tristan leaned against the door, studying me. “I didn’t intend to publicly humiliate you.”

“Whatever.” I glanced around the office, carefully maintaining my distance. “Now that we’ve cleared that up, can I leave?“,

“No. We’re not done talking.”

I turned to face him fully, rage bubbling up inside me. “I’ve spared you only because you have my children. It seems you’ve underestimated me.”

His eyebrows rose slightly at my tone. “Have I?”

“Move away from the door.”

He didn’t budge. “Not until we’ve talked properly.”

Something snapped inside me. Weeks of frustration, humiliation, and powerlessness crystallized into pure rage. Before I could think better of it, my claws extended and I lunged at him, aiming straight for his throat.

The attack was lightning fast–far quicker than my cautious behavior of the past few days would have suggested. But Tristan was faster, catching my wrist inches before my claws could tear into his flesh.

I growled low in my throat, pressing forward, bringing my claws close enough to break the skin of his neck. A thin trickle of blood appeared where one nail made contact.

“Fuck all this talk, Tristan,” I snarled. “I’m going to kill you today.”

His expression remained eerily calm, as if he couldn’t feel the pain. “Calm down, Lysandra.”

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