Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 128

Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins

Chapter 128

Lysandra’s POV

Five minutes of wandering brought me no closer to whatever I’d glimpsed. The forest had swallowed me completely, the dense canopy blocking even the moonlight that had been so bright on the road. My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Boss, where are you? The driver says we’re ready to go. The car’s fixed.

I cursed under my breath, turning to head back–only to realize I had no idea which direction I’d come from. Trees looked identical in every direction, disorienting me completely. I tried checking my phone’s map, but the signal was rapidly fading.

“Shit, I’m lost, I muttered, frustration mounting as I tried to retrace my steps.

I pushed forward, hoping I was heading toward the road, but each step felt wrong somehow. The forest seemed to be drawing me deeper rather than letting me escape.

A howl broke the silence–deep, powerful, and unmistakably from an Alpha wolf. The sound vibrated through my body, making my skin prickle with awareness. Every instinct screamed for me to run in the opposite direction, but some primal force tugged me toward the sound instead.

My body moved almost against my will, feet carrying me over fallen logs and around ancient trees until I reached a small clearing bathed in moonlight. That’s when I smelled it–pine and amber with undertones of something distinctly male. The scent hit me like a physical force, making my steps falter as recognition dawned.

I froze at the edge of the clearing, eyes widening at the sight before me.

A massive wolf stood in the center, silver–gray fur gleaming under the moon’s glow. Distinctive silver markings ran along his spine and across powerful shoulders, catching the light like metallic thread woven through iron. He was enormous- easily a third larger than any Alpha wolf I’d ever seen–his presence commanding even in animal form.

The wolf tilted his head back, releasing another howl that made my entire body tremble. The sound reverberated through the clearing, through my chest, through my very bones. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

Then the wolf turned, sensing my presence. As our eyes met, my heart stopped.

I took an involuntary step backward, shock washing through me like ice water.

Red eyes–not just ringed with crimson, but completely, overwhelmingly red–stared back at me from the face of the most magnificent wolf I’d ever seen.

Tristan’s wolf.

The book’s description flashed through my mind: Iron–gray fur with silver markings, particularly along the spine, and eyes

ing under that burned crimson when challenged. Exactly like the wolf standing before me now, his silver–streaked fur & the moonlight like liquid metal.

Every instinct screamed for me to run, yet my feet remained rooted to the spot. Part of me wondered if this was some bizarre dream–finding myself alone in a forest clearing with Tristan’s wolf form. But the crisp night air against my skin, the earthy scent of the forest floor, and the steady, intense gaze of those crimson eyes confirmed this was painfully real.

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I realized with a start that I’d been staring at him for far too long. I forced myself to break the connection, turning my body to leave the clearing. This was not a situation I wanted to be in–alone with Tristan in any form

As I turned, he took a step forward, his ears perked forward in obvious interest. The movement was fuld, graceful despit his size. I froze again, uncertain how to interpret his intentions.

A strange shiver ran through me as Astrid suddenly stirred from the depths of my consciousness. She whimpered softly, a longing sound that made my chest tighten. I pressed my hand against my heart, trying to smother the sensation.

I tried to steady my breathing, pushing Astrid’s yearning down into the recesses of my mind. With a final glance at the magnificent creature, I turned away and began walking toward what I hoped was the direction of the road.

I’d taken only three steps when a low growl sliced through the night air behind me. The sound vibrated through my body, raising goosebumps along my arms and sending a chill down my spine. I stopped mid–stride, pulse kicking into overdrive.

The forest fell silent, as if every creature held its breath. Then came the soft pad of paws on the forest floor–deliberate, unhurried steps approaching from behind. He was stalking me, each movement calculated and predatory.

Cold fear crawled up my spine. I knew what this meant–Tristan’s wolf wanted to approach me. Claim me. Mark me. All the things Tristan had tried to do in human form.

I stood motionless as the footsteps drew nearer, my muscles tensing with each approaching step. When the wolf was mere feet away, I spun around, raising my hand.

“Stop,” I commanded, my voice trembling slightly. “Don’t come any closer. I’m not your mate.” The words left my mouth before I could think better of them.

Immediately, I realized my mistake. Telling an Alpha wolf–especially one who believed I belonged to him–what to do was possibly the worst move I could make. Regret washed over me, but it was too late to take back the words.

The wolf’s eyes narrowed, the red glow intensifying. Before I could react, he lunged forward with startling speed. One moment he was several feet away; the next, his weight knocked me backward onto the soft forest floor, driving the air from my lungs.

His massive body pinned me down, his weight carefully distributed to immobilize without hurting me. His face hovered inches from mine, those blood–red eyes examining every detail of my features. I could feel his heart beating, strong and steady, against my chest.

Fear paralyzed me initially, but confusion quickly followed when, instead of displaying aggression, he lowered his head to my neck. His warm, wet tongue glided over the spot where human–Tristan had left his mark the night before, the gentle lapping motion surprisingly tender.

The wolf’s ministrations were nothing like the possessive claiming I’d expected. This felt like… care. Comfort. The sensation sent unexpected warmth coursing through me.

“Get off me!” I shouted, pushing against his chest, my fingers sinking into his thick fur. My resistance was futile against his strength, like pushing against a mountain and expecting it to move.

He paused, lifting his head to look into my eyes. The expression in those crimson depths wasn’t threatening–it was questioning, almost hurt. His ears flattened slightly against his head in what looked remarkably like confusion.

My fear began to ebb as understanding dawned. He wasn’t trying to hurt me. In fact, there was something protective in the way he’d positioned himself–like he was sheltering me rather than attacking.

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Taking a deep breath, I slowly lifted my hand toward his head. My fingers trembled as they made contact with the soft for behind his ear. The texture was surprisingly silky, warmer than I’d expected.

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