All Chapters of The Luna they cried monster: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Calista’s POVThe morning sun slowly rose over the pack grounds, spreading a soft golden light across everything.I stood inside my house, packing the few belongings I had left.There wasn’t much.Most of my life’s work had been destroyed last night, and everything else I owned could fit into a few bags.Outside, the royal carriage was already waiting.It was a large black vehicle with thick armor around the sides and the royal crest displayed proudly on the front. It looked powerful and untouchable, completely different from the simple life I had always known.I stepped outside and looked toward my parents’ home.My chest squeezed.For years, I had dreamed about leaving the Crescent Moon Pack.I had dreamed about escaping the whispers. The judgment. The people who looked at me like I was something less than them. But now that the moment had finally arrived, leaving was harder than I expected.Because no matter how cruel this place had been to me, it was still the place where the two

Stella’s POVThe heavy doors of my private chambers closed behind me with a loud sound.The moment I was alone, the perfect smile I had worn in front of the nobles disappeared.What remained was anger.I walked straight toward my vanity table and swept my hand across it in anger.The expensive perfume bottles fell to the floor as glass shattered against the marble, spreading across the room as the sweet smell of roses filled the air.“A shiftless girl,” I whispered. “An alpha killer!”My breathing became heavier as I looked at myself in the mirror.“A useless, broken wolf from some forgotten border pack. What is he thinking? And he looks at her like she is something precious.”The thought made my blood boil. Magnus had never looked at me that way. For years, I had stood beside him. I had been the woman everyone expected him to choose. The woman the court believed belonged beside the King.And then she appeared. A girl with no wolf. A girl nobody respected. A dungeon girl that had almo

Magnus’s povI knew exactly who she meant.“That little guest you brought back.”I looked at Stella.And for the first time, I wondered how long she had been hiding what she truly felt.“Calista has nothing to do with this,” I replied coldly as I walked past her, putting some distance between us. “I simply want to be alone.”I looked back at her briefly.“I am going to the steaming pool to wash the dust of the road off my skin.”For a moment, she just stared at me.Then she let out a frustrated breath and threw her silver hair over her shoulder.“Fine.” Her fingers tightened around the wine glass. “If you want to be a stubborn brute, then be one. But do not think you can ignore me forever, Magnus.”She turned away from me with her silk robe moving behind her as she walked toward the side door.A moment later, the door slammed shut.I was left alone.I sighed and rubbed my tired face. The day had been longer than expected.Between the journey, the nobles, the complaints, and everything

Stella’s POV“Are all of you blind?!”My voice echoed through the secret council chamber as my hand slammed against the large mahogany table.The sound filled the room.Three of the oldest and most powerful elders of the royal court sat across from me.They wore heavy velvet robes, their faces hidden beneath shadows, but I could still see the concern written across their expressions.They were afraid.But they were too afraid to admit it.“Lady Stella,” Elder Garrow finally spoke.His voice was old and rough, like dried leaves scraping against stone.“The King has the right to bring anyone he chooses into the palace. She is only a researcher working in the lower archives.”I stared at him. Only a researcher? My anger burned hotter.“She is not only a researcher.” I leaned forward as the candlelight reflected against my face as I looked at them. “She is a shiftless nobody from a worthless border pack that almost killed her alpha.”My voice lowered.“And right now, Magnus is spending ev

Calista’s POV The words Stella had whispered in the throne room refused to leave me.‘You loved me before you even knew her name.’No matter how hard I tried to bury myself in my research, they lingered like a shadow clinging to every corner of my mind. They followed me through the marble corridors of the palace, echoed in the silence of the library, and lingered in the laboratory where I had once found so much peace. Every time Magnus smiled at me, every time he paused beside my desk or asked for my opinion on another ancient text, Stella’s voice returned, stealing away the quiet happiness I had begun to believe I deserved.She never declared war. She didn’t need to.Over the next several days, Stella fought with smiles instead of swords, and somehow those wounds cut deeper.She never raised her voice. She never insulted me openly. In front of the servants and nobles, she remained every inch the graceful future queen everyone expected her to become. Yet every polite word she spoke c