บททั้งหมดของ Claiming His Luna: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Cercei’s POVI gently wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead, my tired body bent over the task of scrubbing the floor. The weight of the brush in my hand felt heavier with each passing moment. “Gosh, can you pick up the pace?” came the sharp voice of Vienna, the daughter of our Alpha, piercing the air from behind me. “Certainly, miss,” I replied, my voice filled with respect, and I increased the speed of my scrubbing. Vienna had conveniently spilled paint on the floor, which she claimed was accidental, but her malicious intent was evident. It was now my responsibility to rectify the mess she had created.“Stupid girl,” Vienna muttered under her breath as she turned her back on me. With one final act of cruelty, she kicked the paint can that lay beside me before departing the kitchen. I felt completely exhausted, and I let out a weary sigh as I observed the magnitude of the work still ahead. I had been scrubbing the floor for what felt like an endless time, but the paint stubbor

Cercei’s POV“Father, this ball must be absolutely flawless,” Vienna exclaimed, her distress visible.“No, it’s far too excessive. Remove it immediately,” she commanded the servants as they arranged the tablecloths.Vienna possessed a refined and elegant taste, and the tablecloth was wrapped with an excessive number of intricate patterns and overwhelming hues that failed to align with her preferences.As one of the servants, I found myself in the ballroom, diligently cleaning and decorating. Naturally, the room was decorated with a profusion of white roses, symbolising the MoonStone pack, to which we all belonged.“Handle that vase with extra care, girl. Its worth is beyond anything you can possess,” Vienna scolded the unfortunate servant, who held a golden vase in her trembling hands.“Don’t worry, my dear, I will ensure that everything is perfected,” Monsieur Remus reassured his daughter, his soothing voice acting as a balm to Vienna’s distress.I stole a glance at my parents standi

Cercei’s POVApproaching the table occupied by a group of boisterous middle-aged men, I silently collected their empty glasses and swiftly replaced them with brimming ones. My hands trembled slightly as I set down the glasses, my nerves betraying me.“Be careful, dear. You might spill my drink,” one of the men remarked, noticing my unease.Startled by his comment, I instinctively withdrew my hand, fearing the repercussions of breaking the rules we had been explicitly taught. We were strictly instructed not to engage with the guests. However, my terror caused me to fumble, and in an unfortunate turn of events, I spilled wine onto the man’s lap.“Forgive me, my lord,” I stammered, fear gripping my entire being. My heart thudded heavily in my chest as I reached for a napkin and extended it towards him.Tremors coursed through my body as I anticipated the consequences of my mistake. Vienna had made it abundantly clear that any misstep would be met with severe punishment. Now, all I could

Cercei’s POVAs I approached the grand gate of the mansion, a sense of foreboding gripped my senses. The atmosphere was heavy as if the remnants of a once lively party lingered in the air. However, no guests were in sight, and the darkness enveloped the surroundings, with the lights ominously switched off.As I stepped through the entrance, I was met by Maria’s worried countenance at the door. “Where have you been?” she inquired anxiously.“Just taking a moment to breathe,” I responded, noticing the distress appeared on her face. She seemed perturbed and on edge.“Is there something wrong, Maria?” I furrowed my brows, waiting for her answer. She averted her gaze, concealing her unease with a forced smile.“Shall we go for a stroll? Let’s leave this place,” she urged, reaching out to grasp my arm. I stood my ground, captivated by her strange behavior. This time, she met my gaze, her eyes reflecting fear, panic, and uneasiness.“Maria, please, tell me what’s bothering you,” I begged her

Lucian’s POVI snatched the vase from the table and flung it forcefully against the wall of my study. With a frustrated sigh, I shut my eyes tightly.My patience is wearing thin; I can sense my temperament growing more vulnerable with each passing day. I’m struggling to figure out what’s happening to me. It’s like I’m yearning for something, an unquenchable longing that I can’t quite define. A deep hunger gnaws at me, consuming my reason entirely. It surrounds me in the blazing heat, melting away any shreds of sanity.“Sire, you must compose yourself,” Frank, my butler, reminded me.I let out a growl as I grabbed my own hair, sensing the heat radiating from my body. Anything within hand’s reach on the table turned into my weapon, thrown around without care. I kicked the table, making the office tremble while the glass shattered. Fortunately, the room was soundproofed, keeping the outside world unaware of the turmoil unfolding inside.I took a moment to catch my breath.Frank stood by