Todos los capítulos de REJECTED LUNA RETURNS FOR WAR!: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

KENNEDY'S POVI'd been watching the situation with Isabella unfold for months now, and I was starting to see patterns that concerned me.Not because I thought Isabella was a threat—though she might be—but because the way this was playing out could destabilize everything I'd been working toward.Leon was compromised. Emotionally invested in a woman whose true identity remained frustratingly elusive. That made him vulnerable. Distracted. Less effective as a ruler.Damon was obsessed. So focused on proving Isabella was a spy that he'd lost sight of actual threats to the kingdom. His fixation was becoming a liability.Sierra was vengeful. Her jealousy had evolved into something darker, more dangerous. She wasn't just trying to expose Isabella anymore—she wanted to destroy her.And Isabella herself... Isabella was an enigma I still couldn't solve.I sat in my private study, reviewing the reports I'd been compiling. Information about Evergreen Pack before the conquest. Records of the Luna's

EDMUND’S POVI chose a Tuesday.Not for any particular reason except that Clara seemed most relaxed on Tuesdays. Her guard came down slightly, her movements slowed and her smiles came easier. Maybe it was the weekly trade reports that always showed Evergreen performing well under her “leadership.” Maybe it was the wine she allowed herself on Tuesday evenings.Whatever the reason, a relaxed Clara was still a dangerous Clara.But it was the best I was going to get.I waited until after dinner when the pack house had settled into its usual evening rhythm and the servants were clearing the last of the dishes. I’d eaten at the same table as Clara, watched her laugh at something one of her guards said, watched her pour herself a second glass of red wine and watched her completely forget I existed.That part wasn’t new.I followed her upstairs at a careful distance, letting her get far enough ahead that she wouldn’t hear my footsteps but close enough that I wouldn’t lose her to another corri

EDMUND’S POVThey put me in the east chambers.Not a dungeon. Not yet. Clara was still maintaining appearances — still needed the pack to see a living, breathing Alpha occasionally, still needed the fiction of Edmund-the-figurehead to keep things orderly. A dungeon would raise questions.So instead: a comfortable room with a locked door and two guards outside and windows that had been quietly bolted from the outside sometime in the last three weeks while I’d been busy playing detective and congratulating myself on how clever I was.I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor.He was there and then he wasn’t.That’s what she’d said. Like Magnus was a candle she’d simply blown out. Like five years of a small person — five years of his laugh and his questions and his stuffed wolf and his absolute certainty that the world was a safe place because his parents were in it — could be reduced to a sentence that casual.It was quick.I pressed the

RAMONA’S POVI was in the linen cupboard when it happened.Not hiding. I want to be clear about that — I wasn’t hiding, I was reorganizing, which is something I did when I was anxious because folding things gave my hands somewhere to be while my brain worked through problems. I’d been anxious for three days straight, ever since Edmund had gone quiet in that particular way that meant he was planning something and hadn’t told me.Edmund not telling me things was how most disasters in my life had started.The linen cupboard was at the end of the east corridor, two doors down from what used to be Edmund and Isabella’s chambers and was now Clara’s chambers exclusively, with Clara’s things and Clara’s smell and Clara’s collection of expensive hair accessories lined up on Isabella’s vanity like little flags of occupation.I was folding a sheet when I heard the voices.Loud enough to carry. Not because they were shouting — because the east corridor had always ha

LEON’S POVThe report from Evergreen sat on my desk for two days before I read it.Not because I was avoiding it. Because I had seventeen other reports demanding attention and Evergreen had been, until recently, the least complicated of my obligations. A managed pack. A compliant figurehead. A reliable source of tribute and information.Simple.When I finally read it, simple became complicated.I read it twice. Then I set it down and looked at the wall for a while.Clara had imprisoned Edmund and declared herself acting authority.I should have been annoyed. I was, slightly, in the way you’re annoyed when a tool does something unexpected — not broken exactly, but operating outside its intended parameters in a way that required recalibration.But underneath the annoyance was something I didn’t immediately have a name for.Something that felt, if I was being precise about it, like recognition.I’d built Clara.Not from nothing — sh