All Chapters of REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Isabella’s POV ꧁𓃙𓃠𓃥𓃚꧂ Morning light spilled into my room, warm and soft, brushing across my face. For one small second, I felt peaceful. Then I remembered. The wedding. Evergreen. Clara. The gold mask. The gown Leon personally sent. My stomach clenched. I sat up and looked toward the chair where I’d carefully hung the dress the night before. My breath froze. “What… what is this?” The dress was gone. No—not gone. Destroyed. Shredded into long, uneven strips. Fabric ripped like it had been attacked by claws. The smooth gold silk was torn open, the gemstones scattered across the floor like fallen tears. My heels lay beside it—cut clean through the straps. My mask… My beautiful mask… Cracked straight down the middle. “No…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “No, no, no…” I slid off the bed, dropping to my knees on the cold floor. My fingers touched the broken mask. It was still cold from last night. “Who did this?” I whispered. “Why?” A wav

Clara’s POV The sun had barely risen over Evergreen Pack, yet the entire territory was already bursting with noise. Workers hammered new beams into place. Omegas swept the front yard of the packhouse. Warriors patrolled in clean uniforms, trying to look strong even though everyone still carried the weight of the recent invasion. But today… Today was supposed to wash all that sadness away. My wedding. My coronation. My moment. And I intended to enjoy every single second of it. I stood in my room—my new room, the Luna’s chamber—while more than fifteen private stylists fluttered around me like butterflies. Brushes, combs, powders, jewels… everywhere. “Hold still, Luna Clara,” one of them said gently. Luna Clara. The words made my skin tingle. I smiled at myself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at me was perfect... golden hair, silky waves falling down my shoulders, lips tinted pink, eyes soft and innocent. Exactly the image I needed everyone to see.

Isabella’s POV “You may now kiss the bride.”The elder’s voice rang across the courtyard.Clara tilted her face up with the most delicate, perfect, fake smile I had ever seen. Edmund leaned in… slow at first, then with all the eagerness of a man who truly believed he was marrying the love of his life.Their lips touched.The crowd erupted.Cheers, applause, whistles—everyone celebrated as if the world hadn’t ended months ago, as if a Luna and a child hadn’t died, as if they weren’t clapping for a woman who opened their gates for a massacre. Only I knew what Clara did to the entire pack. Only I heard the silence beneath all that noise.Only I remembered the blood.The moment Edmund pulled back, smiling down at her, Clara turned slightly so everyone could soak in her triumph. Her eyes swept across the crowd again.For a split second they landed on me.She didn’t know who I was.But she felt something.I saw the flicker of unease in her smirk before she fixed it back into sugary sweetn

Isabella’s POV ꧁𓃙𓃠𓃥𓃚꧂ By the time we returned to the Redmoon Lycan Palace, my legs were shaking from exhaustion. The wedding. The tension. The danger. Edmund’s almost-recognition. Clara’s disgusting smile as she became Luna. All of it felt like a nightmare. I slipped into my chamber quietly. The door shut behind me, and for the first time all day, I let my back fall against it. Home… Or whatever this place was. I kicked off my shoes, removed the mask, and tossed it onto the table. My wolf was pacing in my head, restless. We survived today, she murmured. Barely, I muttered back. The moment I stepped into the bathroom, I almost groaned. Hot water. Peace. Silence. I washed the makeup off, scrubbed the glitter from my hands, and finally wrapped a towel around myself. Tonight, I wanted nothing but sleep. A long, dreamless sleep. I slipped into a fresh nightdress, tied my hair up, and crawled into bed— A knock. My eyes opened slowly. Another knock, firmer

Isabella’s POV ꧁𓃙𓃠𓃥𓃚꧂ The palace gates shook with noise. Drums. Cheers. Footsteps. Someone important had arrived. I peeked out from the corner of the hallway just in time to see a black carriage stop in front of the main entrance. The doors flew open, and the first person to jump out was… Rogers. Great. He threw his arms in the air like a wolf who just won a trophy. “She’s here!” he shouted proudly. “My girl is here!” Behind him, Damon and Kennedy appeared, dressed sharply, surprisingly calm — which was already suspicious. They nodded at each other like they’d reached some sort of agreement. The carriage door opened again. And out stepped Sierra. Her dress was dramatic. Glitter everywhere. Her hair in perfect curls. She walked like this was the Luna Coronation or something. The guards actually gasped. Of course she made an entrance. Rogers ran to her immediately. Picked her up. Spun her around. She threw her head back and laughed loudly — so everyone