Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

“Shut up!‘ 1 growled into the empty air, but it was futile. I shipped off my robe and lay on the bed, yet every inch of skin telt hyperemiti touch becoming an unbeatable stimulation.

I could hear faint sounds from next door–Tristan’s footsteps, heavy and powerful, then the sound of running water, I cared my eyes, trying to binele sta images Пlooding my mind: water droplets trailing down his naked muscles…

Without realizing it, my hand slid across my body, caressing my breast, kneading the sensitive flesh. My breathing grew labored as fire ignited in my news. abdomen. I could almost smell his scent.

“No,” I jerked upright, halting my actions. I couldn’t do this, couldn’t feel this way about someone I’d sworn to hate forever.

The attraction between Tristan and me was merely physical, a primitive, animal desire. It wasn’t real, wasn’t my choice.

I rolled over, pressing the pillow tightly against my ears, trying to block every sound from next door. But even so, my body still remembered his touch, remembered how he’d almost kissed me in the hotel room hours earlier. The sensation of his fingers trailing across my back, his hot breath against my desk.

When sleep finally claimed me, I sank into a restless dream. In it, our hallway encounter ended very differently–Tristan pushing me against the wall, his lips branding mine, his fingers tangling in my hair. I melted in his embrace, forgetting all hatred and anger, leaving only pure desire…

I jolted awake, my underwear soaked through, heart pounding. Moonlight filtered through the curtain gap, painting a silver fine across the floor.

“This isn’t me,” I whispered, struggling to steady my breathing. “It’s just the mate bond’s effect, not real feelings.”

I wiped sweat from my forehead and poured another glass of water. Tomorrow, I would begin Fenris’s treatment. I needed to focus on that, not be controlled by these absurd feelings.

Six days. Just six more days, and I could return to my children, to my real life.

I woke with the first light of dawn, my body automatically following the routine I’d established at Ravencroft Enterprises. But today, there were no reports to analyze, no meetings to attend–just a strange emptiness stretching before me.

I could treat this like an unwanted vacation, I thought, running a hand through my tangled hair.

When I emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a plush robe, I found clothes laid out on the freshly made bed. Whoever had picked them knew my taste perfectly–elegant but understated pieces in deep jewel tones. But as I held up the silk dress, I realized it was slightly larger than what I remembered wearing during my time here.

Of course–my body had changed in five years. Childbirth had rounded my once–girlish figure into something more womanly, more mature, My hips were fuller, my breasts heavier. The twins had transformed me in more ways than one.

I slipped the emerald green dress over my head, the cool silk sliding against my skin. Standing before the mirror, I studied my reflection. The dress hugged curves that hadn’t existed during my marriage to Tristan, the silver embroidery at the waist catching the morning light. Who knew my current size and taste so well?

I twisted my damp chestnut hair into an elegant knot, letting a few tendrils frame my face, and made my way downstairs, each step feeling like I was moving deeper into memory.

Former Alpha Fenris and Luna Isolde were already in the great room. Isolde supported Fenris as he slowly made his way to the main sofa. I rushed forward immediately, taking his other arm.

“Good morning,” I said softly, feeling the weak flicker of his wolf beneath my touch.

Once settled, Fenris turned to me with a tired smile, patting the space beside him. I glanced at Isolde, who nodded het approval, and sat next to the ailing Alpha.

His hand came to rest gently on my head, trembling slightly with weakness. The gesture was paternal, protective—something I’d rarely experienced during my childhood.

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Chapter 52

“Every time I see you,‘ he said, his voice taspier than yesterday, I sense the strength and responsibing you carry. You would have de Luna. My foolish son doesn’t understand what precious thing he lost

Isolde sat on my other side, completing our little circle. ‘Indeed. His stubbornness nearly destroyed the prophery’s Rope

I kept my head down, determined to avoid any discussion of Tristan. While I understood their need to express thoughts bottled up for five years, resperes old wounds would help no one.

The sharp click of heels against marble interrupted my thoughts. We all turned toward the entrance where Selene stood, her golden hair gleaming in the morning light.

My lips pressed into a thin line as Astrid growled deep inside me. Selene looked even more polished than I remembered her tailored suit showing off her slender figure, expensive jewelry adorning her wrists and throat. The kind of luxury only an Alpha’s credit card could provide.

Her gaze landed on Fenris’s hand resting atop my head, and fury flashed across her features before she quickly masked it. Her eyes then sild to folde deliberately ignoring my presence entirely.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness.