All Chapters of REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Isabella’s POVTHE NEXT DAY I was carrying a tray of freshly brewed coffee down the corridor, minding my own business, when I heard it— The loud, exaggerated click of heels behind me. Too sharp. Too slow. Too… intentional. Sierra. Of course. I felt her presence before she even spoke. Her perfume — thick, sugary, and headache-inducing — floated into my space like poison. “Well, well, well… look who it is,” she drawled, voice dripping with fake sweetness. I turned slightly, keeping my expression neutral. “Good morning.” She smirked the way someone smirks right before starting a war. “You walk too confidently for a maid,” she said, stepping around me so she could block my path. “It annoys me.” I blinked. “I didn’t realize existing offended you.” Her eyes narrowed. Her three minions who'd visited let out gasps like I’d slapped their Alpha. Sierra stepped closer until the tip of her nose was almost touching mine. “You think you’re strong, huh?” she whispered. “Because Leon

Sierra’s POV Rogers’ room smelled like sweat and expensive wine… the usual mix that clung to him after training. I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved it. It reminded me of strength… of power… and of everything I was slowly pulling toward myself. His door hadn’t even finished closing behind us when he grabbed me by the waist and slammed his mouth against mine. I laughed into the kiss, letting him push me back onto his massive bed. “Someone’s in a mood tonight,” I teased, brushing my fingers through his beard as he hovered over me. Rogers grinned, all wolf and ego. “You looked too damn good at dinner. Couldn’t get my mind off you.” I let out a soft moan as his lips trailed down my neck. I made sure to make all the little sounds that drove him crazy. I didn’t love him — not even close — but I knew how to control him. All the brothers were violent and unpredictable, but Rogers was the easiest to manipulate. His weakness? Warm skin. Soft kisses. A woman who pretended to

Sierra’s POV I woke up with a wide smile on my face, stretching lazily across the soft mattress like a cat who finally stole the cream. The Lycan Palace. My new home. My new playground. And soon enough… my new kingdom. I rolled to the side, brushing my hair back as sunlight spilled across the room. My limbs still ached pleasantly from the night I spent in Rogers’ bed. He wasn’t exactly gentle—but that was fine. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted influence. I wanted power. And the fastest way to power in Redmoon Palace… was through one of the princes. Preferably the one stupid enough to fall for me. Rogers. A slow smirk crept across my lips as I remembered the way he had touched me, held me, whispered things in the dark that he’d never admit in daylight. He thought he owned me. Cute. I slipped out of bed and walked to the mirror. My silk nightdress clung to my curves in all the right ways. I tilted my chin up. “Perfect,” I whispered. “As always.” But then my smile faded. Bec

Edmund’s POV I woke up to a soft hand sliding over my chest. Clara. Her fingers traced lazy circles over my skin as warm morning sunlight slipped into our room. For a moment, I actually forgot about everything—the stress, the expectations, the pressure of being Alpha. I only felt her touch, warm and slow and teasing. I opened my eyes. She smiled at me, hair spilling across the pillow like a dark waterfall. “Good morning, husband,” she whispered. I couldn’t help smiling back. “Good morning, Luna.” She moved closer, lips brushing my jaw. “Do you have a meeting today?” “In the throne room. With the elders,” I answered, my voice dropping as her hand slipped lower. She giggled softly. “Then you have a few minutes to spare.” I did. I grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of me, kissing her deeply. She tasted like honey. Like something addictive. Like something that made me forget all the pain from before—Isabella, her disappearance, the death of Magnus, the chaos that followed.

Clara's POV I walked back into my chamber with my heart beating too fast for a Luna. Too fast for someone who was supposed to be adored, worshipped and protected. The moment the doors shut behind me, I pressed my back to them and forced myself to breathe. I couldn’t lose it. Not now. Not when I had everything. But everything could crumble with just one mistake… Or one pair of boots. My eyes drifted to the corner of the room where I had kicked them earlier. Those damn boots. The ones I wore that night. The night no one must ever talk about. My stomach twisted. I walked toward the boots slowly, as if they could jump at me. I crouched, my fingers trembling as I reached for them. They were still dirty. Still stained. Still holding the truth. If the inspection team saw this… I shook my head hard. No. They wouldn’t. I wouldn’t let them.