Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

My days fell into a pattern–arrive early, administer treatment, spend time with Fenris and isolde, then leave before Tristan could return from whatever Alpha business occupied him. The routine worked; I hadn’t seen him since our confrontation in my toom.

Today marked the final day of my promised week. Tomorrow, Uncle Fenris would need the cure to heal his wolf. Given that Dr. Rylan was going to check on Uncle Fenris, we all went to the hospital.

Dr. Rylan stood by the bed, reviewing charts with focused attention. Fenris sat upright–a marked improvement from the weak man I’d first encountered. Isolde hovered nearby, her silver hair gleaming under the fluorescent lights.

“His recovery exceeds all expectations,” Rylan announced, looking up as I entered.

Isolde’s face brightened. “All thanks to Lysandra.” She reached for my hand, squeezing it gently. “She’s been our saving grace this week–coming every day, administering the temporary treatment, ensuring proper nutrition.” Her voice softened. “It’s like having a daughter again.”

Something in her words touched a raw nerve. I smiled but lowered my gaze, unable to tell her that I’d already found my real family–that while I cared for her and Fenris, they weren’t truly mine.

“The temporary treatment has sustained him,” Rylan continued, “but for full recovery, we need the actual Lunaris Essence.”

All eyes turned to me.

“Will you be able to provide it?” Rylan asked, his professional tone tinged with genuine concern.

I nodded confidently. “Yes. I’ll bring the Lunaris Essence tomorrow morning.”

Relief washed over Fenris’s weathered face. “Thank you, child. Your kindness won’t be forgotten.”

As I turned to leave, movement at the end of the corridor caught my eye. Tristan stood watching, his broad shoulders filling the doorframe, expression unreadable from this distance. Our gazes connected for a fleeting moment before I deliberately looked away, unwilling to give him even that

small acknowledgment.

Still, I felt his eyes following me as I walked out, the weight of his stare heavy between my shoulder blades. Questions lingered in that look–how could I possibly acquire the rare treatment? What connections did I have? Why would I help his father after everything?

Let him wonder. I owed him no explanations.

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Back of the Black Stone Hotel, 1 paced my room, phone pressed to my ear.

Lyer Alle’s deep voice filled the line, concern evident even in that single syllable.

Ric, I need the Linaris Essence. I said, skipping any greeting. Fenris’s condition is improving with the temporary treatment, but Dr. Rylan confirmed he needs the real thing for full recovery.

A pause, then the rustle of movement on his end. “Where are you exactly? His voice carried that unmistakable edge of Alpha authority, the tone he used when issuing commands to his pack.

“Silver” I paused, confused by the odd question. “I’m in Silverblood territory, where else?”

“That’s not what I meant. The sharpness in his voice made me straighten. “Your exact location, Lyss. Hotel name.”

I frowned, moving to the window to peer out at the darkening sky. “The Black Stone Hotel, room 512. Why are you asking? What’s going on?”

The line went dead before I could respond.

I stared at my phone in disbelief. Alaric was coming personally? That wasn’t the plan. I’d expected him to send a messenger with the treatment, not to enter Tristan’s territory himself.

My stomach knotted as I rushed from my room. This was exactly the kind of confrontation I’d been

avoiding all week. Two Alphas with bad blood between them, meeting on one’s territory–it was a recipe for disaster.

The elevator seemed to crawl downward as my mind raced through scenarios, each worse than the

last. I remembered the vial of Lunaris Essence stored securely in Moonshade, obtained months ago

when Alaric had formed an alliance with the Northern Pack.

Their Alpha had offered a gift of Alaric’s choosing. When my brother had consulted me, knowing my

medical training under Dr. Eldreth, I’d requested the rare treatment without hesitation. Even then,

some part of me had known it might be needed one day.

I’d studied its composition thoroughly since then, fascinated by its properties, but never had reason

to use it. Until now.

The elevator doors finally opened, and I hurried across the lobby to the massive glass entrance doors, my heels clicking against the marble floor. Outside, I scanned the street anxiously.

An hour crawled by as I waited, chewing my thumbnail raw, My anxiety spiraled with each passing

minute. What if Alaric ran into Tristan? What if pack tensions escalated?

The sleek, midnight–blue car that pulled up outside was unmistakable–Moonshade’s signature vehicle. Security personnel emerged first, scanning the surroundings with practiced efficiency before

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one opened the rear door.

Alaric stepped out, his commanding presence turning heads throughout the lobby.

When he spotted me, his stern expression softened instantly. I crossed the lobby in quick strides, throwing myself into his embrace.