Claiming His Luna

Lucian’s POV

“What do you mean she has escaped?” I demanded, clenching my teeth.

Frank fixed his gaze on me, standing tall with both hands resting behind his back while I remained seated in my swivel chair.

“Somebody interrupted us,” he explained. My rage boiled over, and I pounded the table with my hands, the sound echoing throughout my office.

“Who was it?” I inquired. My face was gloomy.

“We don’t know,” He briefly answered. I glanced at the other men standing behind Frank, all visibly intimidated, avoiding my gaze.

I rubbed my temples to ease the building tension.

“Find out who was responsible, and locate her!” I commanded, rising from my chair and approaching Frank.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“This time, make sure you don’t lose her,” I said firmly before storming out.

Descending to the basement, I checked our captives. Among them was Cercei’s mother, bearing the marks of her struggle. Her injuries were severe, and I had to call for a doctor to tend to her. Now she was stable and mended.

Indeed, my purpose was to capture not only her but also Cercei. My intentions were not to harm them but to offer protection and shelter under my watchful wings.

Ever since my mother’s passing, I dedicated myself to digging into Remus’ secrets, desperately searching for any information to help me bring him down.

It turned out that Remus had a myriad of dark secrets hidden away in his closet, and I had dug them all – from the sinister murder of his wife to the disgusting assault on his personal maid.

However, there was one person in his life whom I couldn’t bear to harm – Cercei’s mother. She held a special place in my heart, and while I couldn’t bring myself to inflict any harm on her, I saw an opportunity to use her influence to manipulate Remus.

“She’s awake, Sire,” one of the guards informed me before I entered her room.

When I stepped inside, I found her sitting on the bed, attempting to remove the IV drip and medical equipment attached to her. Upon seeing me, she immediately tensed, prepared to defend herself.

“Leave us,” I instructed my men, and they complied, giving us privacy.

With my hands raised, I approached her slowly. “I mean you no harm,” I assured her in a calm tone.

“Then what brings you here?” She demanded with dominance, emanating the same intimidating aura I had often seen in Cercei.

“I wish to use you as leverage,” I stated bluntly. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Leverage against Remus,” I clarified. She let out a humourless chuckle.

“Do you truly believe a mere maid can be a significant leverage?” she asked, clearly unimpressed.

“I know,” I interjected quickly. Her menacing demeanour softened.

“What do you know?” she asked, her gaze sharp and focused.

I couldn’t help but smirk smugly. “Everything.”

“And what about her firstborn?” I continued, sensing her growing anger.

“Keep my daughter out of this mess,” she hissed with a fiery glare.

I scoffed inwardly. Did she truly believe I’d let any harm befall her daughter? I would move mountains to protect Cercei.

“I have no intention of hurting you,” I revealed, “In fact, I plan to gather all of you under my protection, shielding you from the Crescents’ grasp. You will not need to run away or be separated from Cercei again. It serves a dual purpose.”

“Why do you need me as leverage when you and Remus are partners?” she countered, making a valid point. At this moment, all emotions vanished from my face.

“He killed my mother,” I said coldly, watching her reaction carefully.

The expression on her face shifted, and her gaze met mine with understanding.

“So, you seek revenge by using me against him, or you want to kill me too to get back at him?” she inquired, searching my eyes for the truth.

I didn’t answer her, and I left the basement instantly. My mind was consumed with sorrow, a burning desire to exact revenge on Remus and make him suffer the same pain he had caused me. I yearned to give him a taste of his own medicine, to make him feel the agony of losing someone beloved.

But as much as I craved vengeance, I couldn’t bring myself to harm Cercei’s Mom, the mother of my beloved woman. I couldn’t risk her hating me, for I had hoped to bring her under my protection to free her from the shackles of fear and bad fate.

Yet, I had to keep my plans hidden, fending the element of surprise, for I had grand schemes on how to make the Crescents pay for their sins. Night after night, I dreamt of making Remus scream in pain and plead for mercy. The time for action had arrived, my plan meticulously crafted, but unforeseen obstacles had surfaced, the mysterious pack that intervened and snatched Cercei from my grasp. I saw no allies in them, only more enemies.

I hoped they would choose wisely and refrain from meddling in a war that didn’t concern them. I had no qualms about destroying multiple empires if necessary. My urged to find them and Cercei was unshakable. I wouldn’t let her slip away from me again, and I vowed that those who had intervened would deeply regret their actions.

If it meant chaining her up and hiding her away, I would do whatever it took to ensure her safety. Remus had grown predictable, using her as a pawn against me, and he had his men scouring the world in pursuit.

I refused to let him use Cercei or lay a finger on her. I planned to destroy everything he held dearly– his pack, his business, and even his wretched mansion. Anyone who dared stand with him and fight under his deceitful banner would meet a painful demise, just like how he had orchestrated my mother’s death.

Though no amount of wealth or life could fill the void left by my mother’s death and Cercei’s disappearance, taking away his life would at least bring me some semblance of satisfaction.

I was prepared to systematically strip away everything that mattered to him, one by one, savouring the destruction of his world. With each loss, my heart swelled with wrath, and I embraced the monster that had been born inside me. I no longer loathed what I had become; instead, I enjoyed the chance to watch the world burn before me.

The embers of vengeance had ignited an inferno in my soul, and I was ready to unleash its fury against those who had wronged me. I knew there would be consequences, and I welcomed them willingly, for nothing would deter me from my path of revenge.