All Chapters of REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LEON'S POV I couldn't focus. The council meeting droned on around me—Kennedy discussing supply routes, Rogers reporting on patrol schedules, Damon pushing for another invasion. But my mind was elsewhere. In a cell beneath the palace. With a woman who'd gotten under my skin in a way I didn't understand and couldn't shake. "Brother, are you listening?" I blinked, realizing Damon had asked me something. "What?" His eyes narrowed. "I asked what you plan to do about the spy." "Isabella isn't a spy." "You can't know that." "I can," I said flatly. "Because if she were truly working for an enemy pack, she would've taken those documents. She would've run. Instead, she stayed, holding a single ledger, waiting to be caught." "Perhaps she panicked," Kennedy suggested smoothly. "Isabella doesn't panic." I stood, sudden

ISABELLA'S POV Freedom tasted strange. I stood in my small chamber, staring at the bed and felt... nothing. No relief. No triumph. Just a hollow awareness that I'd narrowly escaped something that could have ended very differently. The guards had escorted me back in silence, their eyes carefully averted. Word had spread quickly—the maid who'd been framed, the Lycan King who'd vindicated her, the Lady who'd orchestrated it all. I should have felt victorious. Instead, I felt exposed. Because Leon knew now. Maybe not everything, but enough. Enough to question. Enough to watch me more carefully. Enough to make staying hidden almost impossible. I sank onto the bed, my body finally acknowledging the exhaustion I'd been holding at bay. The dungeon had been cold and damp, but worse than the physical discomfort was the mental strain—the constant vigilance, the refusal to break, the knowledge that one moment of weakness could destroy everything. My wolf stirred restlessly. We surviv

ISABELLA'S POV I was being watched. I couldn't prove it, couldn't point to any single moment or person, but the feeling crawled across my skin like invisible insects every time I walked through the palace corridors. Someone was observing me. Studying me. Waiting for me to make a mistake. I kept my head down as I carried a basket of clean linens through the east wing, my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin. Danger, she whispered. We're being hunted. "I know," I breathed back. The problem was, I didn't know who. Sierra was the obvious suspect, but she'd been keeping her distance since the dungeon incident. Damon watched everyone with suspicion—that was just his nature. Kennedy was too calculating to make his surveillance obvious. Or maybe I was just paranoid. Maybe weeks of pretending to be someone I wasn't, months of living among enemies, had finally broken something in my mind. I reached the linen closet and began sorting the sheets, my hands moving automatically w

ISABELLA'S POVI was making a terrible mistake.I knew it with every fiber of my being as Leon carried me toward his bed, knew it as he set me down gently on silk sheets that probably cost more than my entire village had earned in a year, knew it as he looked down at me with those golden eyes full of hunger and something that looked dangerously like tenderness.I knew it.And I didn't care."Are you sure?" Leon asked, his voice rough. He knelt beside the bed, one hand cupping my face. "Because once we cross this line, Isabella, I won't be able to pretend anymore. I won't be able to look at you and see just a maid. I'll see you. Only you."The words should have terrified me. Should have sent me running.Instead, they ignited something I'd been trying to ignore for weeks."I'm sure," I whispered, even though I wasn't. Even though this was betrayal of everything I'd sworn to avenge. Even though Magnus's memory deserved better than this.But I was so tired. Tired of being alone. Tired of

LEON'S POVI didn't move for several minutes after Isabella left.Just lay there in my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what had just happened.She'd looked horrified when she woke up. Not surprised. Not embarrassed. Horrified.Like sleeping with me had been the worst mistake of her life.My wolf whimpered. We scared her. We pushed too hard."We gave her exactly what she wanted," I muttered back. "She wanted it as much as we did."But had she? Or had I seduced her into something she wasn't ready for? Used my position, my power, to manipulate her into my bed?The thought made me sick.No. She'd had a choice. I'd asked. I'd given her every opportunity to say no.But maybe she hadn't felt like she could refuse. Maybe she'd been afraid of what would happen if she denied the Lycan King."Damn it," I growled, sitting up and running my hands through my hair.This was exactly what Kennedy had warned me about. Getting too close. Getting too involved. Letting my feelings co