Claiming His Luna

Cercei’s POV

“I don’t need your mercy,” Vienna spat at me, her words dripping with venom.

“Vienna, we’ve been at each other’s throats our whole life already. And we’ve finally started to get along recently,” I said, my voice carrying a plea for understanding as I tried to persuade her.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“We will never get along. You always take what’s mine,” She cried out, her anger and frustration pouring out.

“I don’t want it. I’ll give it back to you, please,” I begged, reaching out my hand as a symbol of reconciliation. However, she glared at me, causing me to retract it.

“How? You already ruined it,” She scanned the wreckage around us, tears still glistening in her eyes.

The mansion was totally destroyed, showing how intense the battle had been. Expensive jars were shattered, the floors and ceiling were damaged, and there were red stains on every surface.

“I’ll help you rebuild it, this time not made out of crime. We can start again. Please, sister?” I approached Vienna, reaching out to embrace her.

Lucian appeared tense, ready to intervene, but my mother subtly signalled him to hold back, conveying assurance through her gaze.

“Together,” I whispered, reaching for Vienna’s hands slowly. She stared at me through tear-filled eyes, her vulnerability shining through like a wounded puppy.

“You know, it really hurts me that you don’t want my empire, Cercei,” a voice interrupted our heartfelt moment. We both turned around to see Remus approaching us, his appearance battered and bloodied, his left eye swollen, and a noticeable limp in his step.

“Remus,” Mamà growled, and her deep contempt was apparent.

“Oh, hello, my love,” he greeted with a twisted smile. I clenched my fists, unable to believe that this despicable man was still alive.

“Come here, Vienna,” He called out to my sister.

I instinctively shielded Vienna behind me, forming a protective barrier against the man who had caused us so much pain.

“Come on, I’m your father. I gave you everything you could ever want. I raised you and loved you,” Remus argued, his voice growing more intense.

“He killed your mother,” Mamà accused him harshly. Monsieur’s eyes widened, as did Vienna’s.

“Madam Cecè told me she was the one who prepared the poison. Only she didn’t know for whom it was. Your father put a knife to her throat and forced her to make it,” my mother revealed, and Vienna stared at her father with disbelief in her eyes.

“I…” Remus faltered, attempting to justify his actions.

“You told me she died giving birth to me!” Vienna’s voice trembled with anger as she confronted him.

“Dad, I spent my life blaming myself for her death. I wished every night that I had a mother, and you were the one that killed her? You poisoned her?” Vienna’s spat and sounded hurt.

“Why? Is it because of her?” She looked at my mother, her devastation shown in her eyes.

“Vienna, I did what I had to do. Your mother was crazy; she would’ve messed up your brain, and she would’ve been bad to you,” Monsieur tried to justify his cruel actions, but his excuses fell flat.

“I gave you everything you could ever need. You grew up just fine. You don’t need her. Come on,” He extended his hand towards Vienna.

“Vienna,” I called out to her as she slowly stepped away from my back. I moved to stop her, but Lucian’s firm grip held me back.

“Let her be, it’s her decision,” he whispered.

Monsieur’s smile widened as Vienna approached him. He enfolded her into a tight embrace.

“I knew you’re a good girl,” he uttered softly, slowly patting her back.

However, Remus’s happiness was short-lived. Suddenly, his eyes widened, blood trickling from his nose and mouth. Gasping for breath, he collapsed to his knees.

Vienna pulled away from the hug, leaving me in stunned silence as I watched her next actions. She stabbed our father in the chest with a dagger, and tears flowed freely from her eyes as she stared at him.

“You killed my mother, so I collected your debt!” Vienna’s voice was cold and sharp as she yelled at our father.

“I spent my life chasing after your affirmations, but you always make me feel so undeserving.” Tears mixed with her words as she watched him struggle for breath.

“Goodbye, Daddy!” With those words, Monsieur’s lifeless body fell to the ground. Vienna broke down, her cries echoing through the wreckage.

I rushed to her side and quickly enveloped her in a comforting embrace.

“We’ll start over. We’ll start a clean life,” I reassured her, trying to offer comfort between our tears and the profound anguish we both felt.

The war came to an end shortly after Monsieur’s death. With him gone, I now stand as the pack’s Alpha, and my pack members fight by my side. Some did not accept my leadership and chose to leave. However, what truly matters is that the conflict is finally over.

We had won the war, emerging as conquerors in the face of trouble.

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I sat comfortably in a soft chair on the terrace, staring at the mesmerizing sunrise, my fingers wrapped around a warm cup of milk. The morning breeze kissed my skin, and it felt like a gentle caress from nature itself. It was a moment of pure serenity.

A contented smile appeared on my lips when I felt Lucian’s strong and reassuring presence behind me. His arms wrapped around me in a loving embrace, and his hand gently glided down to my heavily pregnant belly, which seemed to have a life of its own.

“Whoa!” He exclaimed, clearly taken aback when he felt a sharp kick from the little life inside my belly.

“Nine months developing, and he’s already a black belt in karate,” I quipped with amusement in my voice. Indeed, it was our little boy displaying his presence.

“I can’t wait to see you, little guy.” Lucian bent down in front of me, his lips tenderly pressing against the round swell of my belly.

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him. They say there is always light at the end of the tunnel, and everything has changed for the better after the war.

Maria had returned to her pack, revealing her true identity as an heir. She hadn’t shared her secrets with me before, but after the war, she finally confessed. Recently, she embraced her role as an heir and found happiness with Frank by her side.

My mother and aunt travelled across the world, finally living the lives they had always dreamed of.

Vienna had been given the opportunity to start anew. She had diligently rebuilt our pack, earned the trust of the Southern Lord, and now stood as the strong leader of the South. Rumours were circulating that she and Vince were growing close, and perhaps love would blossom between them soon.

And lastly, Lucian and I had gotten married, eagerly anticipating the arrival of our little one. We had built our own family, a clear proof that love conquers all obstacles.

We may have faced losses and hardships, but the present moment was what truly counted. Life might not always be fair, but it’s how you make the most of it that truly matters.

Now, as I watched the sunrise paint the sky with shades of gold and pink, I cherished the promise of another perfect day with Lucian, my mate and loving husband.

Author’s Note:

Dear Readers,

I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to each and every one of you who took the time to read my novel. Your wonderful love and support have deeply touched my heart. Reading your comments and reviews has been truly heartwarming.

As “Claiming His Luna” ended, I must bid farewell to all of you, my dearest readers, as well as the characters Cercei and Lucian in this story.

But don’t worry, I’ll be back with another novel in the near future. Stay tuned for the release of my next werewolf-themed fiction. I also invite you to check my author’s profile, where you’ll find other novels I’ve published on this platform. Each book boasts unique plots and captivating twists that I believe are well worth your time and every penny you’ll pay.

Warm regards,

Anna Shannel Lin

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