All Chapters of REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Isabella’s POV I cried until my body shook. Not loud… not dramatic… just quiet, painful sobs that soaked into my pillow and burned my throat. Magnus’s face wouldn’t leave me. His arms around my neck every morning. His tiny voice saying, Mommy, wake up. His warm cheek against mine. Gone. My baby was gone... Because of Clara. Because of Redmoon. Because I couldn’t protect him. I covered my mouth as another sob tore through me. If anyone heard… it would be over. After a long time, the tears finally slowed. I stared at the wall and whispered: “I’ll avenge you. No matter what it costs.” My voice broke, but the promise stayed. I wiped my face, washed up, and forced myself to breathe normally. For now, I had to survive. For now, I had to hide. And the best way to hide was to blend in… to become invisible. A maid. I made my way to the kitchen. The maids were already busy — chopping vegetables, washing pots, preparing trays. They didn’t ask questions.

Isabella’s POV “My chamber. Now.” Leon’s words echoed in my head as I followed closely. It hadn’t been a request. Nothing close... It was an order—one that I wouldn't dare go against. The guards pushed the doors open and immediately bowed. I stepped inside. The doors shut behind me with a heavy thud that vibrated through my bones. The room was dimly lit by amber lanterns, and smelled faintly of expensive werewolf incense and something sharper… something distinctly Leon. Leon stood by the window, broad back turned to me, his hands clasped behind him. The air shifted. He sensed me. He always sensed everything. Slowly, he turned. His eyes locked on mine—empty of warmth, empty of expression, yet somehow holding something too heavy to name. A king’s gaze. A predator’s gaze. A man studying something he didn’t know how to feel about. “Come forward.” His voice was low, even, with that quiet command that didn’t need volume to be powerful. I walked clo

Sierra’s POV The moment I stepped into the lounge, my girls were already waiting—three perfectly dressed, overly perfumed parasites who adored me enough to stay useful. Rhea. Melanie. Kora. All pretty. All shallow. All loyal. Exactly how I liked them. They turned the second I entered. “There she is!” Rhea squealed, flipping her hair. “We’ve been waiting forever.” “Something happened in the training yard this morning,” Melanie said. “Everyone’s talking about it.” I rolled my eyes and sank into the velvet couch like a queen reclaiming her throne. “Let me guess,” I sighed. “Another boring warrior fight?” “No…” Kora leaned in. “It’s about her.” My jaw tightened. Her. That stupid little maid with the quiet face and the annoying calm aura. Isabella. I smirked. “What did she do now? Trip on her own feet? Cry? Pathetically attempt to impress Leon?” Melanie shook her head. “Actually… people said she caught an arrow.” I blinked. “What?” Rhea nodded eagerly. “One of the w

Clara’s POV Evergreen Pack was beginning to breathe again. The smoke-stained walls had been repainted, the warriors were back on patrol, and the whispers of the invasion were slowly fading into the background like an old nightmare everyone was trying to forget. And why shouldn’t they? The pack had a new beginning coming. My beginning. The grand wedding. My wedding. Everywhere I turned, omegas rushed in every direction—hanging white silk over railings, scrubbing the courtyard tiles until they shone, arranging tables, polishing silverware. And every single one of them looked terrified of disappointing me. Good. They should be. Being Luna required respect, and respect started with fear. “Move that vase to the left, not the right,” I snapped at a trembling young omega. “Do you decorate with your eyes closed?” She apologized, bowed so low her hair nearly swept the floor, and hurried to obey. My lips curved. Perfect. This pack had always adored Isabella and treated her like so

Leon’s POV ꧁𓃙𓃠𓃥𓃚꧂ “Isabella.” She stiffened the moment I said her name. She always did. As if she expected danger to jump out of the walls at any moment. She turned, hands still holding the folded clothes she’d been arranging in the wardrobe. “Yes, Your Majesty?” “We leave tomorrow morning,” I said while fastening the last strap of my wrist guard. “There is a wedding in Evergreen Pack.” Her eyes widened. Her pulse spiked. Interesting. “We?” she whispered. “Yes,” I confirmed. “You will accompany me as my personal assistant.” A flash of panic crossed her face—too raw to hide. She set the clothes down slowly, as if buying time. “Your Majesty, perhaps I’m not the right choice. I’m still learning the palace routine. Can you please get someone else to–" I raised one eyebrow. She shut her mouth immediately. Smart girl. “Isabella,” I said calmly, “I did not ask for your opinion. I said you are coming.” Her throat worked as she swallowed. She nodded without