Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

I shifted uncomfortably, adjusting my tie. “What’s that look for? Speak!”

“I’m just trying to understand your real motivation here,” he replied with a careless shrug. “You seem more confused about what you want than I am. Perhaps I should fetch you a mirror?”

My eyes narrowed dangerously. “Cut the bullshit. What about what I asked you to investigate last night? Do you have results, or are you too busy playing amateur psychologist?”

“Our people are on it,” Varian replied, unfazed by my tone. “We’ll have answers soon. But if you ever want to discuss your feelings, I’m here to listen.”

I snarled in response, turning my back to stare out the window.

***

Later that evening, I paced the small relaxation area of my office, a glass of whiskey dangling from my fingers.

Those twins kept appearing in my mind four or five years old, they looked. Five years since Lysandra left.

I took a long swallow of whiskey, letting it burn down my throat. They can’t be hers, I reasoned. Not biologically. Maybe she was their guardian. Their nanny. A distant relative who’d taken them in.

The door opened with unusual hesitation. Varian entered, his face set in an expression I’d rarely seen apprehension.

“What’s got my all–powerful Beta so nervous?” I asked, setting down my glass. “Is the world ending?”

“Tristan…” He spoke my name instead of my title, a rare occurrence that immediately set me on edge.

“No jokes tonight? This must be serious. Spit it out.”

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genuine

Varian handed me a tablet, his hands less steady than usual. “It’s confirmed. The twins are Lysandra’s biological

children.”

I froze, the words hitting me like a physical blow. “What?”

My eyes raked over the medical records displayed on the screen. Birth certificates. Hospital records. DNA tests from pack registration files. The evidence was undeniable.

“How is this possible?” The question fell from my lips before I could stop it.

I scrolled through the documents with increasing agitation, my pulse thundering in my ears. “Who’s the father?”

Varian watched me carefully. “We can’t say with absolute certainty yet, but most reports indicate Kieran spends significant time with the children. He attends their parent–teacher conferences and school events. Like… like a father would.”

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Chapter 30

“So Lysandra and Kieran were together before our mate bond was severed,” I snarled, my fingers digging into the armrests of my chair. The wood creaked ominously beneath my grip. “She was unfaithful to me?”

“At the time,” Varian reminded me quietly, “you were the one pushing to end things with her, Tristan.”

The memory surfaced unbidden – Lysandra standing before me, tears glistening in her emerald eyes.