Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

I stepped away from the shadowed corner, desperate to escape the magnetic pull of Tristan’s presence. The gentle rhythm of waves against the yacht’s hull did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. Each breath of salt–tinged air felt like tiny shards of glass in my lungs as I forced myself to move forward, back toward the illuminated main deck.

I need to find my parents and get out of here. My mood for this party is completely shot. Just one conversation with Tristan is enough to destroy any peace I’ve managed to build.

The realization that my scar disappeared whenever he was near terrified me. Why does this connection still exist? Was the Moon Shadow Messenger right? Enough–I just want to go home to my children and leave this place of painful memories behind.

My mind drifted to Isolde’s phone call months ago after Fenris had fully recovered. “We’ve started to accept Selene, she’d said, her voice heavy with resignation. “We only have one son. We can’t lose him, no matter what.” The defeat in her tone had pierced my heart unexpectedly.

As a mother of twins, I understood her sentiment at a visceral level. For my children, I would endure any pain, make any compromise. This shared maternal understanding created an unwanted bond between us that transcended our complicated history.

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The party continued in full swing as I rejoined the main deck. Servers weaved through the crowd with trays of exotic delicacies, and champagne sparkled in crystal flutes under the moonlight. My parents stood near the refreshment table, their faces drawn in obvious displeasure as they spoke with a blonde woman in a skin–tight red dress.

“Your pack territory is simply beautiful,” the woman was saying, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. “Everyone has been so friendly.”

“Yes, thank you for the compliment,” I cut in, sliding up beside my mother. “Though I wish Silverblood Pack members were equally friendly.”

My parents looked relieved at my arrival, clearly uncomfortable with their current companion. I smiled tightly, noticing their confusion.

“Mom, Dad, this is Selene Darkwood from Silverblood Pack. I assume you’ve heard of her?”

Their expressions instantly hardened. My father’s eyes flashed dangerously. “So you’re Alpha Tristan’s girlfriend?”

Selene struggled to maintain her composure. “Yes, Alpha Caspian. It’s an honor to meet you. Thank you for the invitation.”

My mother didn’t bother with politeness. “We didn’t invite you.”

Selene blanched, humiliation washing over her face. I fought back a smile, enjoying her discomfort more than I should

have.

“Tr–Tristan brought me as his companion,” she stammered, doing her best to appear innocent and wronged.

“Of course he did,” I replied, not bothering to hide my contempt.

The crowd parted as Tristan approached, his commanding presence drawing attention from every corner of the deck. His perfectly tailored black suit emphasized his broad shoulders, and his expression was thunderous as he locked eyes with my

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father.

I instinctively tucked my scarred arm behind my back, as if hiding it could somehow deny the inexplicable connection between us.

“She insisted on coming,” he stated flatly, taking his place beside Selene.

I deliberately turned away, pretending he wasn’t worth my notice. Astrid whimpered inside me, making my heart race against my will.

My mother squeezed my hand, her worry palpable. “It’s fine, Mom,” I assured her. “Your daughter is stronger now.”

The moment the two Alphas faced each other, the atmosphere transformed. Tristan and my father’s energy fields collided like opposing storm fronts, creating a pressure system that affected everyone nearby.

Lower–ranked wolves began showing physical distress–labored breathing, involuntary submission postures. A young waitress dropped her tray, crystal glasses shattering on the deck with a jarring crash.

My father stared at Tristan with undisguised hostility, green eyes blazing with a golden ring that signaled his wolf pushing forward.

Beta Varian materialized from the crowd, positioning himself slightly behind Tristan. His dark suit and composed demeanor offered a stark contrast to the crackling tension. Even the water surrounding the yacht seemed to respond to the Alpha confrontation, rippling unnaturally against the hull.

“Alpha Caspian,” Varian greeted, his voice carefully modulated to show respect. “It’s been some time.”

My father shifted his gaze from Tristan, his posture easing marginally. “How is Alpha Fenris’s recovery progressing?”

“He’s well,” Varian replied, weighing each word. “The Lunaris Essence restored his wolf’s strength completely, thanks to your daughter’s assistance.”

Tristan stepped forward, extending his hand. “It’s good, to meet you, Alpha Caspian.”

My father ignored the outstretched hand. The temperature on the deck seemed to drop several degrees.

“I once believed Fenris had a worthy Alpha son,” my

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discard a treasure for cheap glass.”

said bluntly. “I never imagined you would be foolish enough to

“Dad, let’s not-” I tried to intervene.

He raised his hand, cutting me off. “You overlooked a purple crystal while fixating on an ordinary stone,” he continued, voice lowering but losing none of its power. “The Moon Goddess offered you a chance, and you were blind to it.”

Selene began coughing violently, using the distraction to escape the suffocating conversation.

Tristan remained silent, his Alpha aura clashing with my father’s, creating an invisible battlefield between them.

Varian attempted to defuse the situation, carefully positioning himself at the edge of both Alpha fields. “I understand your sentiment, but these matters belong to the past. Alpha Tristan has recognized-*

“You’re right that it concerns the past,” my father interrupted. “And as I still live, I can safeguard my daughter’s future. Perhaps Fenris couldn’t protect his son from mistakes, but I won’t allow my daughter to be hurt again.