Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 70

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Chapter 70

Tristan’s POV

I snatched the photos off the coffee table, each one feeling like a burn against my fingertips. There she was–embracing another fucking Alpha. Alaric Ravencroft. One of his arms wrapped possessively around her waist while his lips pressed against the top of her head.

My teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached. The next photo showed Lysandra leading him into her hotel, that smile on her face–relaxed, genuine, unguarded. A smile I’d never seen during our marriage.

“Where did you get these?” I kept my voice dangerously low.

Selene took a small step back, perhaps sensing the razor edge in my tone. “I–I have a friend who recognized her and took these pictures. They said Alpha Alaric called her baby. They seemed very… intimate.”

My wolf surged forward, claws raking against my consciousness. The ring of blood around my irises must have expanded because Selene’s breath caught, her eyes widening.

“When were these taken?” I demanded, the

“Last night.”

photos crumpling at the edges where my fingers dug in.

I turned my gaze fully on her. “And you waited a whole day to show me these pictures?”

“She only sent them to me an hour ago.” Selene’s voice trembled slightly. “She even said she overheard them talking about the Lunaris Essence. Lysandra asked Alpha Alaric if he brought that thing.”

The implication hit me like a bullet. So that’s how she got it. She’d been fucking the Moonshade

Alpha all along, using her body to secure the rare treatment. No wonder she’d been so confident

about helping my father.

Every muscle in my body went rigid. The thought of them together, of him touching her, marking her

My wolf’s roar nearly broke through. The lamp nearest me shattered, glass exploding outward. I

didn’t remember striking it.

Selene dropped to her knees instantly, head bowed, blonde hair spilling forward to hide her face. The classic submission posture of a lower–ranked wolf before an enraged Alpha.

“Please, don’t be angry with me,” she whispered, voice small and frightened. “I just thought you

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should know.“.

I barely heard her. All I could see was Lysandra smiling up at another Alpha. After rejecting me, fighting me, acting like I disgusted her–she’d run straight to someone else’s bed. Someone with more power than her “fiancé” Beta.

My teeth ached with the need to elongate, to shift. The scent of Selene’s fear permeated the room, her shoulders visibly shaking now.

“Tristan, I’m sorry,” she murmured, still on her knees. “I just couldn’t bear to see you being manipulated by her.”

Her hand reached forward tentatively, fingers brushing my pant leg. The contact snapped me back to

reality.

“Get up,” I ordered.

Selene scrambled to her feet, relief washing over her face. She stepped closer, arms lifting as if to

embrace me.

I raised my hand, stopping her before she could make contact. “Go home. I don’t want to talk about anything right now.”

Hurt flashed across her features, but she quickly masked it. “Of course. Call me tomorrow?”

I didn’t answer, just turned away and walked to the liquor cabinet. The dismissal was clear. Behind me, I heard her soft footsteps, then the click of the door as she left.

Alone, I poured myself three fingers of bourbon and downed it in one swallow. The familiar burn did nothing to counteract the cold fury crystallizing in my chest.

Why the fuck should I care who Lysandra spent her time with? We’d gone through the rejection ceremony. Our official bond was severed. She wasn’t mine anymore.

Yet the image of another Alpha’s hands on her body made me want to tear something apart. Preferably Alaric Ravencroft’s fucking throat.

***

Twenty minutes later, I sat in my home office, phone pressed to my ear, voice deceptively calm.

“I want the security footage from last night,” I told the Black Stone Hotel manager. “All cameras covering the entrance, lobby, and fifth floor.”

“I’m sorry, Alpha Wolfbane, but hotel policy strictly prohibits-”

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“Do you understand who you’re speaking to?” I cut him off, letting my Alpha timbre bleed into my voice.

A pause, then a nervous swallow.

“Good.” I ended the call.

Of course, Alpha. I’ll have the footage sent immediately.”

My laptop pinged minutes later. The security team had worked quickly–multiple video files already delivered to my secure inbox. I clicked on the exterior camera feed first, setting the timestamp to match the photos.