Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

I looked at Selene, disgust curling in my stomach. Her presence alone made the air feel contaminated. The way she emphasized fame Ujao z at me did she really think I cared about a title I’d gladly left behind?

The old Lysandra would have lowered her eyes, intimidated by her boldness. But that weak, accommodating girl died five years ago in the forest, blend

and alone.

Should i let Astrid handle this? The thought was tempting. My purple wolf stirred eagerly, practically begging for permission to put Selene in het place. De Dash of my rare–colored eyes would remind everyone in this room that I wasn’t just any werewolf.

Not worth it, I decided. Starting a confrontation would only feed into the narrative that I still cared about my position in this pack, that I still wanted

Tristan.

Don’t you, though? Astrid teased. Last night’s little self–indulgence suggests otherwise.

Heat crawled up my neck at the memory. I pushed it away, focusing instead on Fenris, who still hadn’t acknowledged Selene’s presence.

‘I believe you’re forgetting something,” Fenris finally said. “Tristan hasn’t announced you as Luna of Silverblood Pack.”

The change in Selene’s expression was immediate–like watching a mask crack and slip. Her smug smile faltered, eyes widening slightly before she regained

composure.

“You’re right, Fenris, she conceded, lowering her head in mock deference. “Tristan hasn’t announced me as his Luna yet.”

Isolde didn’t even look at her. “Since he hasn’t, don’t force it. Perhaps he has doubts about you.”

Selene’s head snapped up, her eyes suddenly brimming with tears that spilled down her cheeks in perfect streams. The display was so dramatic, so perfectly timed that I almost laughed.

Despite everything, I felt a flicker of pity. Five years with Tristan, and he still hadn’t claimed her as Luna? Memories of my own pain at his rejection surfaced unwillingly. Why hadn’t he accepted her? Could it really be the mysterious prophecy Fenris had mentioned?

Heavy footsteps on the stairs drew everyone’s attention. Tristan descended, his expression darkening as he registered the tension in the room.

“What’s going on here?” His voice was winter–cold as he strode toward Selene. “Why are you crying?”

I watched her carefully, noting how her tears seemed to intensify the moment he appeared. Classic manipulation–I’d seen it countless times during our

marriage.

“Nothing, Tristan.” She dabbed at her eyes, grabbing his sleeve. “Fenris was just talking about me.”

Tristan’s gaze shifted from Selene to his father, then landed on me. The intensity of his stare made my skin prickle with unwanted awareness. I looked away, wondering if last night’s encounter in the hallway had been his wolf pushing to the surface, that primal side that recognized me.

‘Don’t give us that Alpha attitude,” Fenris said bluntly. “We were discussing you and her. You haven’t announced her as Luna.*

Tristan frowned at his father, then glanced at me briefly before answering with a single word: “Soon.”

Selene’s eyes went wide, a delighted smile breaking through her tears as she stared up at him. A smile that, despite her efforts to hide it, contained triumph.

The moment shattered when a young woman in a smart business suit rushed into the room, arms laden with an elaborate flower arrangement and a basket of exotic fruits.

“Miss Darkwood, I apologize for being late,” she gasped, clearly out of breath. ‘I forgot to bring your gifts in.

Selene released Tristan’s arm, gliding toward her assistant to collect the offerings. With practiced grace, she approached Fenris, presenting the bouquet with