Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Dr. Rylan’s eyes moved between the three of us, lingering momentarily on Lysandra before addressing us all. “You can relax now. The Lunaris Essence therapy is working. His wolf is reconnecting.”

My shoulders sagged with relief. I caught Lysandra’s reaction from the corner of my eye–a deep exhale, fingers unclenching. Her concern appeared genuine.

“When can I see him?” My mother’s voice trembled slightly.

“After he’s transferred to a private room–about an hour,” Rylan explained. “But there’s something you should know. He’s entered a mind–melding state. He’ll wake in three days. During this time, his wolf will reestablish its deep connection with his consciousness.”

My mother’s eyes filled with tears. She released a shuddering breath, one hand pressed against her heart. Then Lysandra was there, arms wrapping around her shoulders, murmuring words of comfort against her silver hair.

The scene struck me like a physical blow. They looked like family–a proper Luna comforting her predecessor. The thought formed before I could stop it, and I wrenched my gaze away, hating the painful tug in my chest.

“Lysandra,” Rylan said, voice warming noticeably, “thank you. You saved former Alpha Fenris today.”

I turned toward Rylan sharply, catching the softness in his expression as he addressed her. The memory of seeing them together in the hospital cafeteria flashed through my mind–her hand on his, that easy intimacy between them.

Our eyes met briefly. His eyebrows lifted, recognition of my displeasure evident in the slight lowering of his chin before he turned and disappeared back into the treatment room.

***

I needed air.

Outside, I lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply as I surveyed the hospital grounds. A wolf family passed by

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-a couple with twin pups between them, maybe five or six years old. The father carried one child who appeared to be crying, tears/staining the little girl’s face.

“I can’t lose you, my little cub,” the father said, voice breaking as they passed. “You’re my blood continuation. How could I ever let you out of my life?”

The raw emotion in his voice caught me off guard. Blood connection–the most sacred bond between werewolves. The instinct to protect one’s bloodline ran deeper than pack loyalty, deeper than

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anything except the mate bond.

My thoughts jumped unexpectedly to Lysandra’s twins. The memory of the airport encounter surged forward–those children who’d spoken to me with such confidence.

The boy, Orion, with his protective stance and challenging glare.

The girl, Lyra, with her innocent admiration and sweet smile.

Something twisted sharply inside me at the thought of them being another wolf’s blood. I crushed my cigarette beneath my heel, grinding it with unnecessary violence.

Why should I care whose pups they were? What the fuck was wrong with me?

***

Darkness had fallen when I finally headed back toward the entrance. Movement near the pickup area caught my attention–Lysandra emerging from the hospital doors.

A nondescript car pulled up. The driver exited quickly, circling to open the rear door for her with a deference usually reserved for Alphas. Lysandra slid inside without a word, and the driver bowed slightly before closing her door.

My brow furrowed as the car pulled away, heading east–opposite from where I’d expected. I pulled out my phone, dialing my mother.