Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223

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When he speed his eyes again, the pain had vanished, replaced by an unsettling calmness. He didn’t move to stop me as I pressed my claws drger intending to recreate the wound I’d given him during the wat

The something impossible happened.

As my ciena dug into his chest, a strange burning sensation shot from my fingertips up my entire arm. It wasn’t ordinary pain; it was a searing heat that penetrated straight to the bone. I pulled back with a shocked gasp, staring at my hands.

My claws were cracking, blood seeping from the fissures.

“What the hell are you? I backed away, cradling my injured hand. “Tell me what you did.”

Tm your mate, baby. Tristan’s voice was soft, almost tender, completely at odds with the bloody mess I’d made of his chest.

Don’t talk monsense. I rejected you.”

“Yes, you did,” Tristan nodded, taking a step toward me. “I felt that pain–like someone ripping out my internal organs. But do you know what’s interesting?

1 retreated another step as he advanced.

“The bond between true mates isn’t so easily severed, especially when one partner starts recognizing their mistakes and tries to fix things.”

“Bullshit!” I glanced down at my bleeding fingers. “What did you put on your chest? Or what spell did you use?”

He simply held my gaze, making no move to stem the blood soaking through his shirt.

Frustration and confusion drove me forward. I grabbed the front of his ruined shirt and yanked, buttons flying across the room as the fabric tore open. The sudden proximity caught me off guard; our faces were inches apart, his breath mingling with mine.

Astrid stirred inside me, suddenly alert and interested in a way that made my face burn. I ignored her, focusing instead on Tristan’s exposed chest.

Beside the fresh wounds I’d just inflicted was an older scar—the unmistakable pattern of claw marks I’d left during the war. But there was no enchantment, no spell, nothing that would explain my injured hand.

“What are you doing?” Tristan’s voice had dropped an octave, sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine. ‘If you wanted to see me shirtless, you could have just asked. I’d be happy to oblige.”

“Shut up.” I stared at his chest, trying to make sense of what had happened. “I’m just checking what trick you used.”

Nothing. There was nothing visible that could explain why my claws had cracked and bled when I attacked him.

“It seems the Moon Goddess gave this power to the wrong person,” I muttered, finally meeting his eyes again.

“I think she knew exactly what she was doing His gaze held mine, unflinching. “And don’t forget, you’re now part of my pack. Logically, pack members can’t truly harm their Alpha

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Chapter 233

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My band Koward slighth, reducing the already small distance between us the hand came up to cover mine, neither forcing nur retreating. The sunlight streaming through the windows cast a warm glow met his exposed akin, highlighting the defined muscles of his torn.

I vanted an heind any, putting against his chest to create distance. A sharp pain shot through my fingernails, making me hiss involuntarily.

Tristan’s expression shifted from sang satisfaction to concern. What’s wrong?”

Nothing. I snapped, but I couldn’t hide my grimace as another wave of pain radiated from my damaged claws.

The ought my wrist, gentler this time, and pulled me toward his desk. “You’re bleeding.”

Don’t touch me? I tried to pull away, but the movement only intensified the pain.

Without answering, he took a tissue from a box on his desk and carefully wiped each of my fingers, one by one. The soft material caught on the cracked edges of my claws, sending fresh waves of pain up my arm. I closed my eyes, breathing through the discomfort.

When he finished, he sighed. Let me heal them.”

What I began, but before I could finish, Tristan had brought my fingers to his mouth.

My words died in my throat as he slipped my index finger between his lips.

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