Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225

Varsan besitated, his expression uncharacteristically uncertain. Landis, there’s something you should know. He stepped closer, lewering his we. Ithe theor Alphas disrespected you in the meeting room, Tristan stood up for you.”

I teisel en erebrow, skepticism written all over me face. Stood up for me? Him?

Varias nodded, completely serions now. Yes. After you left, he threatened those Alphas with economic sanctions against their packs if they ever disrespected you again. He was furious.

A cold laugh escaped me. Why are you telling me this?”

Because I don’t want my Alpha to be misunderstood. His eyes met mine directly. ‘Whatever happened in the past, he’s trying to make amends

Even if I’ve misunderstood him, what difference does it make?‘ 1 challenged. ‘Does he care?”

More than you imagine.“

I shook my head, taking a step back. “Listen, what the truth is doesn’t matter. I know who Tristan Wolfbane is. He will never genuinely care about me; this is just another manipulation game.” I turned to leave, then stopped to add over my shoulder, “And honestly, I don’t care what he

thinks.”

The taxi crawled through midday traffic, and I sank back against the worn leather seat. My mind kept replaying that bizarre encounter in Tristan’s office. I stared at my fingernails, turning my hands over to examine them in the light filtering through the window. No blood. No cracks. Perfect and pristine, as if they’d never been damaged.

My claws actually broke. The thought sent a chill down my spine. Why can’t I hurt him? It’s like some invisible force is protecting him, and I’m powerless against it.

I let my head fall back against the headrest, watching the city blur past outside.

Fucking mate bond. Even though I’d explicitly rejected him, that damn connection still lingered, binding us together like an invisible chain I couldn’t break.

And worse, when he touched me–when his tongue-

No. Don’t think about that.

Why did my body still respond to him? It wasn’t fair. After everything he’d done, after all the pain he’d caused, my traitorous body still remembered his touch.

Am I not fully healed yet? Are my wounds too deep, leaving scars that will never completely fade?

I pressed a hand against my chest, feeling my heartbeat beneath my fingers.

Do I even have a heart anymore? Why is it still beating? It should be me enduring all this, not Alaric.

I closed my eyes, frustration building inside me.

Why does my fate have no solution? Why can’t I just be happy for once?

Why did the Moon Goddess give that man so much power while leaving me helpless before him at every turn?

Chapter 225

costed my face with me hash, taking a deep breath to calm myself.

A me okay? The taxi drivers concerned voice drew my attention to the rearview mirror, where his eyes met mine briefly.

I had a smile, dropping my hands to my lap. I’m fine, thank you for asking.”

He naked, returning his focus to the road. We’re almost there.

“Thank you,” I replied, grateful for the simple interaction that pulled me from my spiraling thoughts.

As the taxi pulled up in front of the coffee shop, I paid the driver and stepped out. I needed to explain to Eleanor about the canceled order, to prepare her for the fallout from my refusal to play Tristan’s delivery girl.

My heart sank at the thought of disappointing her after all she’d done for me.

I spotted her behind the counter, phone pressed to her ear, nodding vigorously.

“Eleanor,” I called out, approaching the counter.

She held up one finger, smiling at me while continuing her conversation. “Don’t worry, Alpha. I’ll handle it.”

My stomach dropped. Alpha? Is she talking to Tristan? A wave of dread washed over me as I realized he must have called about the coffee order -and about me.

What was he plotting now? Had he already manipulated Eleanor into taking his side? The thought of him extending his control into this one safe space I’d carved out for myself made me feel physically ill.

She ended the call and slipped the phone into her apron pocket.

“You’re back, Lysandra.” Her smile widened as she came around the counter.

“Eleanor, I’m so sorry, I began, wringing my hands.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you apologizing for?”

“I won’t be going to the pack’s company starting tomorrow.” I bit my lip. “If Alpha cancels the order because of that, I’m sorry.”

Eleanor wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug, the gesture so unexpected I stiffened before awkwardly returning it.

“Sweetie, you don’t need to ask for my forgiveness.” She pulled back, hands on my shoulders. “The Alpha himself said he wouldn’t cancel the order even if you don’t want to go to his company.”

I blinked, certain I’d misheard. “What?”

Eleanor pulled me into the employee changing room at the back of the shop, away from curious customers. She closed the door behind us, her expression bright with excitement.

“I don’t understand that Alpha of yours,‘ she said, leaning against the lockers.

I raised an eyebrow. “He’s not mine. What did he say exactly?”

“That’s just it,” Eleanor twisted her apron strings absently. “After how you described him, I expected him to be cold or threatening, but he wasn’t. He specifically said the order stands regardless of whether you deliver or not.” She tilted her head. “He even asked if you were okay.”

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