Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Lysandra’s POV

The audacity of this man never ceased to amaze me. Here he stood, his arm wrapped possessively around Selene just moments ago, yet he had the nerve to question my relationships?

Tristan’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer, lowering his voice. “How many men do you need to collect before you’re satisfied?”

I let out a soft laugh, meeting his gaze with deliberate coolness. I should walk away–that would be the smart choice. But something about his accusation sparked a fire in me that demanded response.

Before I could deliver the cutting retort on the tip of my tongue, his hand shot out, fingers circling my wrist. The touch sent an electric current racing up my arm, unwanted and infuriating. His eyes flashed with that telltale blood–red ring–his wolf pushing dangerously close to the surface.

“We need to talk,” he growled. “Privately.”

“Let go of me, Tristan,” I hissed, trying to pull away. “You have no right-”

But he was already pulling me through the crowd, his grip unyielding. Guests parted before the Silverblood Alpha, their curious eyes following our progress across the deck. This was exactly what I didn’t want–becoming the center of attention for all the wrong reasons.

He led me toward a secluded corner of the yacht, where the music faded to a distant hum and the only light came from the moon reflecting off the water. The moment we were hidden from view, he spun me around, backing me against the railing until I felt the cold metal press into my spine.

“Have you lost your mind?” I snapped, pushing against his chest. “Let me go!”

“I’m the one who’s lost my mind?” He moved closer, effectively pinning me. “You’re the one who ran from the hospital after nearly dying, then started sleeping with another Alpha in my territory.”

Without warning, his hands gripped my waist and he lifted me onto the railing. I gasped, momentarily frightened by the drop behind me, but his body immediately moved between my legs, trapping me between himself and the rail. His fingers dug into my waist with enough force that I worried the delicate fabric of my dress might tear.

My heart hammered against my ribs, and Astrid–traitorous wolf that she was–purred with delight at his proximity.

“I think you have personal issues that prevent you from focusing on yourself,” I managed to say with forced calm, “so you’re more concerned with others instead.

His exhale brushed warm against my neck. “Stop pretending you don’t care.”

One hand remained firm on my waist while the other found the bare skin of my back, fingers tracing the edge of my dress where the zipper began. The light touch sent shivers across my skin, and I hated my body’s instant response.

“Is this your strategy?” My voice trembled despite my efforts to sound unaffected. “Intimidating me physically?”

He leaned forward until his lips nearly touched my ear. “No. This is me warning you.”

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His hand slid to my outer thigh, and my breath caught. The thin silk of my dress was a pathetic barrier between his palm and my skin. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I silently cursed the lingering mate bond that made my body respond to him even as my mind rejected him.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently to force my head back, exposing the vulnerable column of my throat, I felt something shift in my eyes–the telltale warmth that told me Astrid was pushing forward, turning my irises that distinctive purple.

Tristan froze, his gaze locked on mine. “Your eyes…”

I seized the moment of surprise to push him back, creating precious space between us. But the victory was short–lived. He captured me again, pulling me closer than before. This time, his fingers traced the neckline of my dress, threatening to tear the delicate fabric.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I breathed.

His lips brushed the corner of mine. “Try me.”

Astrid surged within me, responding to his challenge with wild enthusiasm. My body betrayed me, leaning into him without my permission. He took full advantage, his mouth finding the curve where my neck met my shoulder.

His teeth grazed my skin, sending shockwaves of sensation down my spine. A small sound escaped me–part gasp, part moan–as his hand moved to cup my breast through the thin fabric.

His mouth traveled lower, and with one swift movement, he tugged the front of my dress down, exposing me to the night air. Before I could protest, his lips closed around my nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before his tongue soothed the

slight sting.

Liquid heat surged between my thighs, my body responding with a shameless readiness that shocked me.

Shit, this feels good… wait, what? What am I saying? I’ve lost my mind.

“Alpha?” Beta Varian’s voice carried from around the corner, breaking through the haze of desire.

Tristan growled against my skin, reluctantly releasing me but keeping me caged within his arms. I quickly adjusted my dress with trembling fingers, face burning with equal parts arousal and mortification.

Varian appeared, his expression shifting subtly as he took in our disheveled state. “Pardon the interruption. Alpha, guests are asking for you.” His tone remained professional, but his knowing gaze flicked between us.

I seized the opportunity, slipping from Tristan’s grasp. “Always a pleasure, Beta Varian,” I managed, voice steadier than I

felt.

As I hurried away, my heart still pounded frantically against my ribs. The phantom sensation of Tristan’s mouth on my skin lingered, an unwelcome reminder of how quickly my body had surrendered. I could hear Astrid’s satisfied purr in my mind: Our mate still wants us…

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In the privacy of the yacht’s bathroom, I gripped the marble countertop, staring at my reflection. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes still bright with arousal–I hardly recognized myself. The woman looking back at me wasn’t the composed. professional CEO I’d become. She was someone vulnerable, someone still enslaved to a physical connection I’d spent years trying to sever.