Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

I pulled back slightly, studying his face in the silvery moonlight. His eyes glinted with that dangerous red ring, but something else lurked behind them–confusion, betrayal, perhaps even hurt. The realization that this man, who’d treated me like I was worthless for years, felt betrayed by me was almost laughable.

“Because you didn’t deserve to know,” I said, my voice cold and steady despite the erratic beating of my heart.

Tristan went still, his jaw clenching as he absorbed my words. The silence stretched between us, broken only by waves lapping against the yacht and distant party chatter.

“What’s wrong, Alpha Tristan?” I prodded, unable to resist the urge to twist the knife. “You’re usually so talkative. Why so quiet tonight? Cat got your tongue?”

His grip on my wrist loosened slightly, though he didn’t release me completely. “You think this is funny?”

“I think it’s ironic,” I countered. “Are you shocked to discover I’m actually from an Alpha family? That the woman you belittled for years is a Ravencroft?”

“Extraordinarily.” The word came out softer than I expected, almost thoughtful.

I jerked my arm free and stepped back, my purple dress shimmering in the moonlight. “Now that you know who I am, I’d appreciate if you’d stop bothering me. I have guests to attend to.”

I turned to leave, but his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist again. With one fluid motion, he backed me against the railing, his powerful frame blocking any escape. His Alpha aura expanded around us, pressing against my skin like a physical weight.

“What are you doing, Tristan?” I demanded, fighting to keep my voice steady.

“Why hide it?” His face was inches from mine now. “If you’d told me the truth that day, I mis things. Why keep it secret?”

ot have accused you of…

I shoved at his chest with both hands, but it was like pushing against a stone wall. “Let me go, you asshole.”

“You can insult me all you want. I’ll allow it.” His eyes never left mine. “But you’re not walking away without answering my question.”

“And if I don’t want to answer?”

“Then tell me what else you’re hiding.” His voice dropped lower, vibrating through my bones. “What other secrets are you keeping from me?”

“Even if I were hiding things, they’d be none of your business.” I glared up at him, refusing to be intimidated. “You forfeited any right to my truths years ago.”

Tristan leaned closer, his powerful Alpha scent surrounding me completely. A sea breeze swept across the deck, tousling a strand of my hair across my face. To my surprise, he reached up, gently tucking it behind my ear. The unexpected tenderness of the gesture made me catch my breath, our faces now so close I could feel the warmth of his exhale on my skin.

I closed my eyes briefly, desperately fighting the memories his touch triggered—both the old ones of our early days

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together and the newer, unwanted image of him with Selene in that video.

“You’ve never missed an opportunity to insult me,” I said, eyes still closed. “People like you don’t change.”

“I was blind.” His voice had dropped to barely a whisper, weighted with something that sounded dangerously close to regret. “I’m sorry.”

My eyes snapped open, finding his face mere inches from mine, close enough that I could see my own reflection in his blue irises, outlined by that thin ring of crimson. The moonlight traced the sharp angles of his face, softening the habitual hardness of his expression.

“Why are you apologizing?” I asked, genuinely confused by this turn.

“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions about you.” His voice was low and unexpectedly gentle. “I was wrong to dismiss you as weak, as wolfless. And when you helped my father, I still questioned your motives. That’s one of my greatest

mistakes.”

“Didn’t I tell you that you misunderstood?”

“You did. I should have listened.”

I studied him, suspicion replacing confusion. “Is this because you now know I’m a Ravencroft? That I have connections and power?”

“You think I care about your family name?” A flash of the old Tristan returned, cold pride edging his tone.

“Don’t worry about my family.” I forced a professional smile. “I’m a businesswoman. I wouldn’t let personal grievances

affect Silverblood Pack.”

His mouth curled into a mocking smile. “You think Alpha Tristan needs to appease anyone?”

“Haven’t I already bruised your ego by stealing a few projects?” I countered. “Focus on your bess, Alpha Tristan. Who knows when I might decide to shift my target from your company to your pack?”

Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. “What does your brother say about that? That I’m unworthy of you? What exactly did I do to deserve such hatred? Does he know his sister’s dirty little secret?”

I frowned, not following his sudden shift. “What secret?”

“That his sister cheated in her marriage, got pregnant with another man’s children.” His voice hardened. “Oh wait, that man was his best friend, wasn’t he?”

The accusation hit like a slap. Every time he mentioned my twins this way–as products of infidelity, as proof of my supposed betrayal–it felt like a knife twisting in my gut. These were his children, his own flesh and blood, and here he was, repeatedly dishonoring them with his ignorant scorn.

“You’re right,” I said, the words tasting/like poison on my tongue. “It was his best friend. And not only him, there are so many men I have fuc-”

“Lysandra!” Tristan cut me off, his yoice raw with a pain that seemed far deeper than anger.