Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Tristan’s POV

“Go to hell.”

Those three words hung in the air between us, striking me with more force than any physical blow. The defiance in her eyes, that flash of something unrecognizable–it triggered a primal rage I hadn’t felt in years.

I lunged forward, ready to remind this woman exactly who she was dealing with, when Selene’s fingers locked around my arm.

“I need you to take me to the pack hospital, Tristan,” she whimpered, tears streaming down her perfect face. “It hurts so much.”

The sound of her pain cut through my fury. I glanced down at her, noticing how she cradled her wrist against her chest. Duty and obligation warred with my desire to put Lysandra in her place. I gave a short nod.

When I lifted Selene into my arms, I shot one final glare at Lysandra, pouring all my cold fury into that look. Her chin lifted in response–no fear, no submission, just pure defiance. That reaction alone was enough to make my blood boil.

I turned away, carrying Selene toward the sedan waiting nearby. I’d been about to leave for the corporate offices when this clusterfuck erupted.

As I placed Selene in the backseat, my mind replayed the scene–Lysandra’s tight grip on Selene’s wrist, the gleam in her eyes that had looked almost purple. Something about her had changed. The timid woman I’d married would never have dared confront anyone like that, let alone lay hands on

them.

The thought nagged at me as I slid in beside Selene, signaling for the driver to take us to the hospital.

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After rushing to the pack hospital, I paced outside the examination room while Dr. Rylan personally assessed Selene’s injury. His expression grew increasingly grave as he manipulated her wrist, ordered X–rays, and reviewed the results.

“Alpha Tristan,” he said when he finally emerged, “may I speak with you privately?”

I followed him down the corridor, away from the room where a nurse was fitting Selene with a specialized brace.

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“The damage is significant,” Dr. Rylan explained, his voice low. “The bones in her wrist were subjected to extreme pressure. A fraction more force would have resulted in multiple fractures.” He glanced down at the X–ray images in his hand. “Honestly, I’m surprised she didn’t break it completely. The ligaments are severely strained.”

I stared at him, processing his words. “You’re saying Lysandra nearly broke her wrist?”

“Yes,” he answered simply. “The injury pattern shows remarkably concentrated force applied with precision.”

Something cold settled in my chest. How had Lysandra–the woman who once flinched at raised voices–developed the strength to nearly snap Selene’s bones?

I thanked Dr. Rylan and returned to Selene, who alternated between genuine winces of pain and sighs. We spent several more hours at the hospital as they administered pain medication and fitted her with a rigid support brace.

Now, as night fell, the black sedan pulled up outside Selene’s villa, engine purring quietly in the darkness. The driver exited and opened the rear door, standing at attention.

“Miss Darkwood, we’ve arrived at your residence,” he announced.

Selene turned toward me, making no move to exit. I kept my gaze fixed on the window, smoke curling from the cigarette between my fingers. The silence stretched as I deliberately ignored her expectant stare.

“Tristan, aren’t you going to help me?” Selene’s voice held that pleading tone she’d perfected over

the years.

I exhaled slowly, watching smoke drift toward the car ceiling. “You injured your hand, not your legs.”

Her breath caught at my cold tone. I’d bought this house for her, Yet in all that time, I’d never once stepped foot inside.

Selene placed her left hand on my thigh, her touch light but deliberate. I stopped smoking mid–drag, my body tensing automatically.

As I prepared to remove her hand, my eyes caught on the bandage wrapped around her right wrist. Something deep–seated twisted inside me. Obligation. Guilt. I owed Selene for saving my life when we were children, for the scar she carried as proof of her sacrifice.

I gently lifted her hand from my thigh. “Help her inside,” I instructed the driver.

Selene shook her head, displeasure evident in her furrowed brow. “I hope you will take action against Lysandra. How could she hurt me so severely?”

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I took another drag, the smoke burning my lungs as I held it longer than usual. “I’ll handle her.

Selene’s expression brightened immediately. She exited the car, ignoring the driver’s offered assistance.

Should I stay to help Miss Darkwood, Alpha?” the driver asked after closing her door.

“No.”