All Chapters of REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DAMON'S POV I'd been watching Isabella for weeks now, and the woman was infuriatingly careful. Too careful. Too controlled. Too perfect in her role as the obedient little maid. Which only convinced me further that she was hiding something. I sat in the shadows of the palace gardens, a position that gave me a clear view of the servants' entrance, and waited. Watching was something I'd gotten good at over the years. Patience was a weapon too many wolves underestimated. And I was nothing if not patient when it came to threats against my family. Because that's what Isabella was, whether Leon wanted to admit it or not. A threat. She moved like someone with military training. Spoke like someone educated f

ISABELLA'S POV I couldn't keep living like this. The constant vigilance. The endless pretending. The suffocating feeling of walls closing in from every direction. Petra's warning three days ago had made it worse. Someone was asking questions about Evergreen refugees. Someone was investigating. It might have been nothing. But it might have been everything. And the not knowing was driving me slowly insane. I needed to move. Needed to fight. Needed to feel like myself again, even if just for a moment. So tonight, I'd made a dangerous decision. I was going to train. The old storage building on the far edge of the palace grounds had been abandoned for years—Martha had mentioned it once, complaining about how it attracted rats. No one used it. No one visited

SIERRA'S POV I found Damon in the armory, inspecting weapons with the kind of intense focus that suggested he was trying to work out frustration through steel and sharp edges. Perfect. A frustrated Damon was a receptive Damon. "Prince Damon," I called softly from the doorway. "Might I have a word?" He looked up, his expression shifting from irritation to calculation. "Lady Sierra. Come to complain about your confinement? That was weeks ago. Let it go." "Actually, I'm here about Isabella." That got his attention. He set down the blade he'd been examining and turned to face me fully. "What about her?" I moved closer, keeping my voice low even though we were alone. "I've been watching her. Just as you have. And I think... I think we might have more luck if we compared notes."

LEON'S POVThe war room was tense with anticipation as I studied the maps spread across the massive oak table.Ironville Pack. The second-to-last independent territory. Smaller than Evergreen had been, but strategically positioned near valuable mining territory. The Ancient Lycan wanted it conquered within the month.And what the Ancient Lycan wanted, he got."Their defenses are concentrated here," Kennedy said, pointing to the northern border. "Three guard towers, rotating patrols every two hours. But the eastern approach is less fortified.""Because it's swampland," Rogers added. "Difficult terrain. They're counting on it being impassable.""Nothing is impassable," Damon said, his voice eager. He'd been restless lately, looking for an outlet for his frustration. A conquest would give him that. "We send advance teams through the swamp at night. Strike from the direction they least expect."I nodded, my mind already calculating logistics. "How many warriors would we need?""Two hundre

DAMON'S POV I was done waiting for Isabella to make a mistake on her own. If she wouldn't slip naturally, I'd create a situation where she had no choice but to reveal herself. The plan had come to me three nights ago, as I lay awake thinking about all our failed attempts to expose her. Every search had turned up nothing. Every rumor had been ignored or dismissed. Every observation, no matter how damning, lacked concrete proof. But what if I gave her something she couldn't resist? Something so valuable, so tempting, that even the most disciplined spy would have to act on it? I sat in my chambers, carefully drafting the document that would be my bait. It had to look authentic. Had to seem like genuine military intelligence. Important enough to be valuable, but not so obviously critical that its presence in an acces