Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 37

Lysandra’s POV

The receptionist’s hand froze mid–reach for the phone. Her eyes narrowed as she studied my face, weighing the consequences of disturbing her Alpha unnecessarily versus allowing an unwelcome visitor through.

‘I’ll need to verify this by calling his beta,” she said finally, her voice laced with suspicion

as

lifted the receiver. ‘Better safe than sorry.”

My stomach knotted instantly. A call to Beta Varian meant Tristan would know of my arrival within minutes. So much for slipping in quietly to see Fenris. I glanced toward the exit, briefly considering whether to leave before it was too late.

Too late for what? Astrid whispered. We’re already here. He will know eventually.

My fingers tightened around the flower stems, their cellophane wrapper crackling under pressure. The receptionist turned away, lowering her voice.

“Beta Varian, there’s a woman here requesting to see former Alpha Fenris.” She paused, listening. ‘She claims to be… Her eyes flicked back to me. “Your name?” she asked, covering the mouthpiece.

Lysandra,” I replied, deliberately using my family name. “Formerly Lysandra Wolfbane.”

Her eyebrows shot up as she relayed this information. I could almost hear the ripples of shock traveling through the power hierarchy of Silverblood Pack. By this time tomorrow, everyone would know the former Luna had returned. And Tristan… he would know within moments.

The receptionist’s entire demeanor shifted–back straightening, voice becoming deferential as she continued the conversation.

“Yes, sir. Right away, sir.”

She hung up, looking at me with new eyes–a mixture of curiosity and something like awe. Whatever Varian had said had clearly changed her perception.

“Beta Varian has authorized your visit,” she announced, reaching for a visitor badge. “He asks that I escort you personally to the VIP floor.”

I accepted the badge, clipping it to my coat lapel. “Thank you.”

We headed toward a private elevator at the far end of the lobby. Visitors stared openly as we passed, whispers following in our wake. My skin prickled under their attention, but I kept my gaze fixed ahead, chin lifted slightly.

The elevator doors closed with a soft ping. The receptionist swiped a keycard and pressed the button for the top floor.

‘Please forgive our caution, madam,” she said, her tone bordering on apologetic. “Since Alpha Fenris fell ill, we’ve had numerous pack members attempting visits, particularly young females hoping for a chance encounter with Alpha Tristan.”

“I assume your Alpha remains popular,” I remarked, watching the floor numbers tick upward.

A faint blush colored her cheeks. “Alpha Tristan has assigned special security for his father, ensuring his rest isn’t disturbed.”

The elevator slowed to a stop, doors sliding open to reveal a hallway far more luxurious than the standard hospital floors. Walls paneled in rich cherry wood, floors covered with plush carpeting that muffled our footsteps.

Two massive guards stood at attention outside

my scent.

e a set of double doors. Their posture shifted as they registered our approach, nostrils flaring as they caught

‘Madam, the larger one said, recognition flashing in his

Beta Varian informed us of your arrival. This way, please.”

The receptionist retreated back to the elevator as I approached the doors alone, squaring my shoulders as one guard opened them for me.

The private suite beyond resembled a luxury hotel room mare than a hospital space. Soft lighting cast a warm glow over elegant furnishings. Fresh flowers adorned side tables, their fragrance mingling with the unmistakable scent of powerful wolves.

Isolde sat in a leather armchair beside the hospital bed, her silver hair gleaming in the lamplight. She looked up as I entered, eyes widening with genuiue

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surprise and I was startled to recognize–delight.

“Lysandra!” She rose immediately, moving toward me with arms outstretched.”

I set my flowers on a nearby table and stepped into her embrace without hesitation. Luna Isolde, it’s good to see you.

She pulled back, shaking her head with a gentle smile. “I’m not Luna anymore, dear. That title belongs to someone else now.”

“To me, you’ll always be the Luna I respect,” I replied honestly, my gaze shifting to the bed. “How is he?”

Concern clouded her features. “Not well. His wolf has grown weak, barely responding anymore. Dr. Rylan says he needs specialized treatment,

e–powerful Alpha looked frail against the white sheets, his skin

I approached the bed, taking in Fenris’s appearance with a jolt I fought to conceal. The once–p pale and drawn, silver hair thin against the pillow.

“I brought these for him,” I said, retrieving the hydrangeas. “Blue was always his favorite, wasn’t it?”

Isolde’s eyes softened. “You remembered.” She took the flowers, inhaling their scent. “He’ll appreciate this thoughtfulness.”

A slight movement from the bed caught our attention. Fenris’s eyelids fluttered open, his gaze unfocused at first, then sharpening as he registered my

presence.

“I hear a familiar voice,” he murmured, voice raspy but unmistakably his. “Lysandra, is that really you?”

I moved to his bedside, a genuine smile forming. “Yes, Alpha Fenris.”