Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197

Lysandra’s eyes widened In horror. You can’t do thists

Vivian laughed, the sound sharp and brittle. “Does it matter? As long as I play the part wall enough, no one will griesting, jfz

pathetic. You don’t deserve that kind of power. Her expression darkened. And you’ll be too busy with Elder Hemlock is objects The Chal cant wait to mark you as his.”

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered, bile rising in my throat.

Lysandra tried to run for the door, but Vivian stuck out her foot, sending ber crashing to the floor.

“Hemlock is waiting for us,” Vivian said, dragging Lysandra back to her feet. “Don’t worry, marking only hurts a little. Then you’ll be his

forever.

The scene shifted, showing Vivian dragging a struggling Lysandra down a dim corridor. At the end, a huriched figure waited–Elder Hemlock. His yellowed teeth gleamed in the torchlight as he leered at Lysandra.

“Don’t fight it, little wolf,” he rasped. “The marking only hurts for a moment. Then you’ll be mine.”

My wolf surged inside me, fury making my vision blur red at the edges. I clenched my fists so hard my nails cut into my palms, blood welling to match the rage boiling in my veins.

Just as Hemlock reached for Lysandra, the entire corridor fell into unnatural silence. From the temple dome far above, a beam of intense purple light shot downward, penetrating multiple layers of stone to engulf Lysandra in its radiance.

Her body lifted slightly from the ground, hair floating as if underwater. Her injuries faded before our eyes, skin glowing with otherworldly light. Vivian screamed, stumbling backward in shock. Hemlock fell to his knees, mouth hanging open.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor as my father and several elders, drawn by the commotion, rounded the corner. They froze at the sight before them.

“By the Moon Goddess,” my father whispered, awe transforming his features. “It’s happening exactly as foretold. “The wolfless one shall be blessed by the Moon, and the purple wolf shall descend.”

The purple light gradually faded, lowering Lysandra gently to the ground. When she opened her eyes, they shimmered with the same violet hue as the light.

My father stepped forward, bowing deeply to her. “The Moon Goddess has chosen you, wolfless one. You shall bond with my son, fulfilling the ancient prophecy.”

Vivian stood motionless, face ashen, her plans crumbling around her. With so many witnesses, she couldn’t object without revealing her treachery.

“Fuck, I breathed, staggering back as if physically struck. “The miracle was real. She didn’t fake anything.”

“Your father didn’t lie to you,” Maelor said quietly. “He witnessed the Goddess’s will firsthand.”

The crystal flashed forward to after the rejection ceremony. Vivian cornered me in an empty corridor, her expression sympathetic but eyes gleaming with triumph.

‘Poor Tristan,” she cooed, placing a hand on my arm. “She fooled everyone, you know, That so–called ‘miracle‘ was nothing but clever trickery. She’s been planning this for years, manipulating your father’s belief in that ridiculous prophecy.”

I watched my younger self absorb her words, pain and betrayal hardening into hatred.

‘She never loved you,” Vivian continued. “You were just a stepping stone to power. The sooner you accept that, the better.”

Chapter 197

The crystal darkened, the projection fading fat in stunned silence, my world inttorin e arres

She lied to me, I finally managed, my voice hollow: ‘Vivian lied about everything

And you believed her without question,” Maelor observed, not unkindly. “Why?”

Because it was easier than admitting I might have developed feelings for xomenne forced on me. I admitted, the truth litter on and long “Because my pride couldn’t handle the possibility that fate actually know better than I did.

The realization crashed over me like a tsunami. Lysandra hadn’t betrayed me I’d betrayed her. I’d believed the worst about her without shrad of evidence. I’d rejected her based on lies and watched her suffer for it. I’d taken her children from her, tormented her repeatedly, all while the was innocent of everything I’d accused her of.

Something snapped inside me. I lunged to my feet, sending the nearest table crashing to the floor. A howl of pure agony fore from my throat as my wolf clawed to the surface, desperate to make this right.

My eyes burned with transformation, claws emerging from my fingertips. “That fucking bitch!” I roared, grabbing my phone. “She destroyed everything–destroyed us!”

Varian picked up on the first ring. “Find Vivian, I snarled into the phone. “I don’t care how. Find her, and bring her to me. I’ll kill her myself for what she’s done.”

I hung up before he could respond, my breathing ragged, body trembling with rage and grief.

Maelor calmly picked up another vial, offering it to me. “Drink. It fury.”

help with the pain and clear your head. You need clarity now, not blind

I took the vial, downing its contents in one swallow. The liquid seemed to cool the fire in my veins, pulling me back from the edge of transformation.

“Vivian will face justice,” Maelor said firmly. “But your priority should be elsewhere.”

I sank back into the chair, the weight of my mistakes crushing me. I covered my face with my hands, shoulders shaking with silent, rage–filled

sobs.

“I’ve been such a fucking idiot,” I muttered, voice breaking. “All these years… hating someone who was as much a victim as I was.”

My wolf howled in anguish, mourning the years lost, the damage done to our mate, our pups. The truth seared through me like acid–I had rejected my true mate based on lies, then punished her for it.

“I broke her heart,” I choked out. “I tore her away from her family, from our children.”

Maelor placed a weathered hand on my shoulder. “The blood you’re coughing is a physical manifestation of your damaged bond. It will heal on its own within a day. But the heart pain…” He paused, meeting my gaze directly. “That will only cease when you truly earn Lysandra’s forgiveness–when your bond is restored.”

I stared at the floor, despair washing over me. “How could she ever forgive me after what I’ve done?”

“That, Maelor said softly, “is the question you must answer yourself.”