Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 88

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Chapter 88

“They want to join the party,” she replied, looking apologetic.

I lowered my eyes, sadness washing over me. More than anything, I wanted to proudly introduce my beautiful twins to the world. But tonight wasn’t about them–it couldn’t be. This party was solely to reveal my identity as a Ravencroft. If the werewolf community discovered I had children, questions about their father would inevitably follow.

“Tell them I’ll be home soon,” I instructed.

“Yes, Miss.”

She returned minutes later, her expression slightly amused. “They said you must compensate them.”

Despite everything, I smiled. “Compensate? How?”

“They demand your time tomorrow.”

I laughed softly, imagining their indignant little faces. Between running Ravencroft Enterprises and preparing for tonight’s reveal, I hadn’t given them nearly enough attention.

“Alright, tell them I’ll take them out tomorrow.”

***

My brother’s voice rang out across the deck, silencing the music and drawing everyone’s attention to the central stage. Guests began moving toward him, drinks in hand, conversations pausing mid–sentence.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming,” Alaric announced, his Alpha presence commanding even through a microphone. “While I arranged this gathering, tonight’s true guest of honor isn’t me, but my father, former Alpha Caspian Ravencroft.”

Applause rippled through the crowd as Alaric handed the microphone to our father. I felt a swell of pride watching him- still so regal, so commanding despite having passed His Alpha title to his son.

“Since I handed leadership of Moonshade Pack to my son Alaric, some time has passed,” my father began, emotion thickening his voice. “But today, we gather for a special reason.”

He paused, gathering himself before continuing. “As you may have heard, my daughter didn’t die–she disappeared. We kept this information from the outside world to protect her. We searched tirelessly but couldn’t locate her. When we lost her, she was just a child. But by the Moon Goddess’s blessing, after all these years, we found her.”

My parents looked toward me, their faces shining with love and pride. I nodded, offering them a warm smile in return.

“Today,” my father continued, “I present to you our long–lost daughter, Elysia Ravencroft.

He extended his hand toward me. “Come, my child.”

Every head turned in my direction. With practiced grace, I moved through the crowd, feeling the weight of hundreds of eyes following my progress. The purple silk of my dress rippled around my legs as I ascended the steps to stand between my parents,

Chapter 88

“This is my daughter Elysia,” my father announced as applause filled the air. “But I would ask you all to call her Lysandra Ravencroft. My daughter prefers this name, and we honor her choice.”

Members of Moonshade Pack cheered enthusiastically, while Alphas from other territories stared with newfound interest. I kept my expression composed, but couldn’t help letting my gaze find Tristan in the crowd.

He stood frozen, mouth slightly open, shock written across his features. The former Luna he’d once dismissed as a worthless, wolfless nobody was actually the lost princess of one of the most powerful packs in werewolf society.

As our eyes locked across the crowd, I allowed myself a small, satisfied smile.

The stunned silence lasted only moments before the yacht erupted in excitement. Alphas pushed forward, their powerful auras clashing as they vied for position. Several approached the stage with barely concealed eagerness, their eyes assessing

me with new interest.

“Princess Lysandra, you’re even more beautiful than the rumors suggested,” a hulking Alpha with a thick beard called out,

his voice carrying across the deck.

A Beta with golden eyes stepped closer, more bold than his station should allow. “Are you currently unattached, Princess? Surely a woman of your beauty and position must have suitors lined up across territories.”

“What qualities do you look for in an Alpha mate?” another shouted from the back. “Someone powerful? Wealthy? I lead three territories myself!”

The barrage continued, each question more forward than the last. I maintained my composure, though internally I wanted to snarl at their thinly veiled propositions. I was a business leader they’d been competing against for months, yet now they saw only a potential mate–a prize to be claimed.

I caught sight of Tristan standing rigidly at the edge of the crowd. His jaw clenched so tight I could almost hear his teeth grinding. The red ring around his irises had expanded, consuming almost all the blue. Selene clung to his arm, her expression a mixture of shock and fury as she processed that her longtime rival was actually a pack princess,

Just as I opened my mouth to address the increasingly rowdy crowd, a warm presence materializ smoothly inserted himself between me and my most aggressive admirers.

my side. Kieran

“Gentlemen,” he said, his voice pleasant but carrying a subtle edge, “Princess Lysandra has only just been formally introduced. Perhaps give her a moment to breathe/before bombarding her with personal questions.”

His hand rested lightly at the small of my back, a gesture of support rather than possession–but the message to the other

males was clear.

“And you are?” Alpha Barrett asked, not bothering to hide his irritation.

“Kieran Nightcrest, Beta of Moonshade Pack,” he replied with easy confidence, “and Princess Lysandra’s long–time friend.”

“Friend?” Alpha Dominic’s eyebrows rose suggestively. “That’s not what social media suggests.”

Kieran’s smile remained unwavering. “Social media rarely tells the whole story, doesn’t it?”