Semua Bab REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR!: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Clara’s POV For a moment, everything stopped. The wind stilled. The whispers froze. The entire courtyard fell under one heavy silence after Edmund’s question: “What do we do to him?” Guard Nolan lay on the ground, his back torn open from the lashes, blood dripping in thin crimson lines. His breath was ragged, coming in short, sharp gasps. He lifted his head weakly, desperate eyes searching for mercy that would never come. The pack murmured, their voices rising—fear, anger, confusion swirling together. The dead child’s mother sobbed in the arms of two warriors. Edmund stood tall, waiting for the crowd’s answer… but the crowd was torn. That was when I stepped forward. Slowly. Gracefully. Like a woman carrying grief and justice in the same body. “Luna Clara,” someone whispered. “What does she think?” Good. I let the silence burn long enough for every head to turn to me. Then I lifted my chin slightly and spoke, my voice clear, trembling with just the right amou

Edmund’s POV The sun rose slowly over Evergreen Pack, but the light felt wrong. Too bright. Too golden. Too peaceful for what was about to happen. The pack courtyard was already crowded. Warriors lined the edges, elders in the front, omegas trembling behind them. Everyone was whispering, buzzing with tension and curiosity. Because today… A man was going to burn. The air tasted like smoke even though the fire had not yet been lit. I—Edmund—stood on the raised platform beside the execution stake, wearing my Alpha coat, the symbol of judgement heavy across my shoulders. Clara stood beside me, dressed in white like a holy queen, her veil blowing lightly in the cold morning breeze. Her hands were folded at her waist, her expression calm… almost touched by sorrow. And yet there was something in her eyes. Something sharp. Something triumphant. I didn’t see it at first. I didn’t want to. I kept my eyes forward. But deep down… something felt off about the whol

Isabella’s POV I should have known the moment Sierra walked into the hall—hips swaying like she owned the palace—that trouble was coming. She didn’t even hide it. She marched straight toward me where I was arranging the breakfast plates, chin tilted up, confidence radiating off her in nauseating waves. “There you are,” she said loudly, tossing her hair so dramatically a few strands landed on my apron. “I want us to make fresh juice together. Now.” She didn’t ask. She commanded. Like she was already Luna of Redmoon. I stared at her for a few seconds, just long enough to make her frown. “Alright,” I said calmly. “Let’s go.” Her smile grew sharp with victory—too sharp. My wolf whispered inside me. She’s planning something. Keep your eyes open. Believe me, I was. W

Evergreen Pack hadn’t seen a celebration this big in months. Not since before the invasion. Not since before the chaos, the bodies, the panic… and not since before Isabella vanished without a trace. Colorful lanterns hung from every branch of the courtyard trees. Music shook the ground. Food filled the long tables. Laughter rolled like thunder through the crowd. And right in the middle of it all stood Clara—Evergreen’s new Luna, wrapped in shimmering gold, smiling like she owned the world. Because she did. At least, for now. CLARA’S POV I raised my wine glass high, letting the light bounce off the diamonds around my wrist. Wolves cheered. Elders nodded proudly. Omegas bowed as I passed, whispering about how beautiful their Luna looked. Good. They needed to forget the dead child, forget the dungeon, forget the guard who was burned to death. A party was the perfect distraction. “Brilliant idea, my Luna,” Elder Rowan praised, his belly round and stuffed from the feast.

Isabella's POV The summons came just as the sun began to set. "His Majesty requests your presence in his private study," the guard said, his expression carefully neutral. My stomach dropped like a stone. Private study. Not the throne room where he held court. Not the council chamber where he strategized with his brothers. Not even the dining hall where he sometimes took his meals. Private. I wiped my hands on my apron, suddenly very aware that I smelled like kitchen soap and hard work. "Now?" "Now," the guard confirmed. I followed him through winding corridors I'd walked a hundred times, but somehow they felt different tonight—narrower, darker, like the walls were closing in. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin. Something's different, she whispered. Be careful. We reached the heavy oak doors at the end of the west wing. The guard knocked once, then stepped aside without a word, leaving me standing there alone. "Enter," Leon's voice called from inside, low and command