Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 231

Joy bubbled up inside me, genuine and unexpected. This man, who had once harbored feelings for me that I couldn’t return, had found his mate. It was the best news I’d heard in ages.

Who is she? I asked eagerly. How did you find her?

When Kieran didn’t immediately answer, I pressed on. ‘Where is she? Is she from this pack or Moonshade?

I noticed his lack of enthusiasm with growing concern. Wasn’t finding your mate supposed to be joyous? Why did he look so… unhappy?

Before he could answer, my phone rang. I fished it from my pocket, frowning at the unknown number.

“Hello?” I answered, keeping my voice low for Kieran’s sake.

Ms. Ravencroft, do you have time to talk?” A woman’s voice, professionally pleasant.

“Who’s calling?” I asked, already irritated by the interruption.

I’m from Moonlight Time magazine,” the woman replied, her tone growing more enthusiastic. “We’d like to schedule an interview.”

I frowned, glancing at Kieran who was watching me curiously. “Interview? About what?”

“About the rumors concerning you and Alpha Tristan.”

My blood ran cold. The photos Eldreth had shown me earlier–they were spreading faster than I’d thought.

I have no relationship with your Alpha anymore,” I snapped. “So please don’t bother me.”

I hung up before she could respond, my pulse racing with anger.

“What was that?” Kieran asked, brow furrowed. “Who called?”

‘Nobody important,” I muttered, rising from the bed. “I need to step out for a moment. Rest well, I’ll check on you later.”

I slipped out of the room before he could question me further, pulling my phone from my pocket as soon as the door closed behind me. My fingers flew over the screen, scrolling through my contacts until I found the number I needed.

Tristan’s office.

The phone rang several times before someone picked up.

Alpha Tristan’s office,” a polite voice answered.

“Put him on, I growled, pacing the length of the hallway. “Now.”

“May I ask who’s calling?”

Lysandra Ravencroft. And don’t pretend he’s busy.”

A brief silence, then: ‘Please hold.”

I waited, blood boiling with each passing second. This was his doing–it had to be. Those photos, the magazine calling for an interview, the rumors racing through pack circles. He was deliberately dragging me into his spotlight again.

1/3

Chapter 231

Lisandia, Varian’s voice came through the line, this is Beta Vartan:

My knuckles whitened around the phone. “Where’s your Alpha?”

I heard muffteil voters, then Varian speaking to someone beside him. She’s asking where you are.”

Tristan’s voice, slightly distant but clear enough: “Tell her I’m in a meeting.”

Lysandra. Varian returned smoothly, “Alpha is currently in a meeting.”

I clenched my fist, fury building in my chest. ‘Don’t play games with me, I heard him. Put him on the phone. Now.”

More muffled discussion, then rustling as the phone changed hands.

What is it, Lysandra?” Tristan’s voice, deep and irritatingly calm. “I thought you wanted me to keep my distance. I was respecting your wishes. Or are you already missing me?”

“How dare you spread those rumors, Alpha Tristan?” I snarled, my voice shaking with anger.

“Do you have any proof I spread these rumors?” he asked, sounding almost bored. “Or do you just enjoy baselessly accusing your ex–husband?”

“Don’t play dumb,” I hissed, pacing faster. “If you really wanted to deny those rumors, you could make them disappear with one phone call. No one in Silverblood Pack would dare spread gossip about you without your approval, especially something involving your personal life.”

There was a pause, then his voice dropped an octave. “Maybe I don’t want to deny them.”

I stopped dead in the middle of the hallway. “What the hell are you playing at? Haven’t you done enough damage to my life? When will you stop interfering?”

“Never,” he replied simply. “Understand? Never.”

My hand shook, and I gripped the phone tighter. Heat surged through my body, and I felt Astrid stirring inside me, responding to his voice even when I didn’t want her to.

“If you continue making up stories like this,” I threatened, my voice dropping dangerously low, “I swear I’ll kill your lover with my own hands. Your beta must have told you about my warning. Is that why you’re deliberately fabricating rumors to make me look like a homewrecker, to protect your precious Selene?”

A dark chuckle came through the line. “When you’re angry, your voice has a particular cadence, Lysandra. Your tongue becomes so fluid. 1 wonder what it would feel like against the wounds on my chest…”

I heard Varian clear his throat loudly in the background.

“Can’t you see two mates are talking?” Tristan snapped. “Go back to work. Now.”

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify