Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Tristan’s POV

The inner conflict left me disoriented. Why did I feel this bizarre protective instinct toward a woman I should hate? She’d betrayed my trust, had children with another man while still married to me, vanished without a trace. Yet here I stood, my wolf refusing to let me confront her.

I turned and strode to my room, slamming the door behind me. My thoughts swirled chaotically. It was all because of her.

Most confusing of all–why had I chosen to sleep in the guest wing, rather than the master suite? The answer whispered in the back of my mind: because this room was closer to hers.

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My phone’s shrill ring dragged me from troubled dreams. Varian’s name flashed on the screen, and I

fumbled to answer, sleep still clouding my thoughts.

“What?” I growled.

“Why so angry, Alpha Tristan?” Varian’s voice carried its usual hint of amusement.

I sat up, sheets pooling around my waist. “You interrupted my sleep.”

“We have the Silverblood pack meeting today. Did you forget?”

I ran a hand through my hair, grimacing. “Can I cancel it?”

“Tristan, you’ve already canceled all meetings for the past two days. Don’t you think you should separate your personal life from work? Or is someone’s arrival making it impossible for you to

function?”

I climbed out of bed, phone pressed to my ear as I yanked open the closet door and pulled out a suit.

“I’ll be there.” I hung up before he could say anything else.

After a shower that did little to clear my head, I stepped into the hallway, freshly dressed for the day ahead. My eyes immediately darted to Lysandra’s door–an unconscious reaction that annoyed me

the moment I recognized it.

What was I doing? Patrolling my territory like some kind of guardian?

I’d attend the meeting first, then deal with her. That decided, I strode past her room, determined to

maintain my focus on pack business.

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The sound of a ringing phone stopped me in my tracks.

I stood there a moment, waiting for someone to answer. Nothing. Irrational concern flashed through me what if something was wrong?

1 hesitated, then shook my head and grabbed the doorknob. Just checking to make sure she was alright, I told myself.

The room was empty, but I heard water running in the bathroom. She was in the shower. My gaze landed on the vibrating phone on her nightstand, its screen lit up with an incoming call.

I walked over, glancing downs at the display: “Sam”

1 snatched up the device, casting a disgusted look toward the bathroom door. How many men did she have in her life now? Something ugly twisted in my gut at the thought.

How many gays do you talk to?” I mattered, then accepted the call. “Hello?” My voice came out colder than the attic.

“Who are you?” A young boy’s voice responded, suspicious and demanding.

I froze, recognition checking into place. That particular tone of challenge, the way the words snapped with premature authony–it was the nude kid from the airport

‘Little boy, we met at the airport,” I said, keeping my voice neutral despite the irritation building

inside me.

There was a brief silence, them his tone changed completely. “Why are you with my mom? Get away

from her.”

The blood red shing thenfeet fee return to my eyes. Who the hell did this kid think he was? My wolf stined, beistling af being entered around by a child – yet something about his protectiveness feit

‘I don’t meet your permission to be new her, little boy. The words came out harsher than intended, my patience already threadbare

meme is Orlos. His voice partied surprising weight for someone so young. “Nat little boy. I

warned you at the airport. Som

A rating sound interrupted him, followed by a softer voice fighting to be beard. ‘Give it to me! Let

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1 recognised the git’s voice immediately – Lyra, the green–eyed twin who’d called me handsome at the airgeant Lake her brother, she seemed drawn to me rather than repelled

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theta, hegdesme unelet me cheerful greeting caught me off guard. The you see my mommy?

Something in her own voler cut through my tritation like unlight through fog. My soff, typically Vary around strangers, rrepended with unexpected Wareh. It was no sense I’d never patienterty liked children, finding them noley and unmerecer complications. Yet hearing Lyra’s suice