All Chapters of Claiming His Luna: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lucian’s POV“Your Grace, she is pregnant,” the Doctor’s words carried a weight that resonated in my ears. Time seemed to freeze, and my mind momentarily paused.The surprise I felt must have shown on my face. I saw a similar reaction in Frank, but I kept my focus on the doctor.Pregnant? Is she really pregnant?Could I be on the verge of becoming a father? Did my own father feel such a flood of emotions when he learned my mother was pregnant with me? It’s a powerful joy that momentarily stops everything, a feeling beyond words.“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice revealing a mix of hope and a need for clarity. My beloved and I made love a hundred times, the best moments of my life. It was so deep and romantic.“Yes, I’m sure,” came the reply, making my heart beat faster. Becoming a father? What an amazing thought!Frank’s congratulatory tap on my shoulder showed his approval.“And how is the mother and child’s health?” I inquired, filled with anxiety as I paced back and forth.“They ar

Cercei’s POV“Shut up!” I retorted, rolling my eyes. Kneeling beside Maria, I gently brushed the hair strands away from her face.I untied one of the bracelets we had made together back at the mansion, a string of beads carrying memories. I placed it in her hand and whispered softly, “I hope for understanding, but not at the cost of hatred.” I lingered, my stares fixed on her peaceful form, before reluctantly turning away, with Vienna trailing behind me.The basement surrounded us, a domain of temporary safety. Our time for escape had shrunk to a mere twenty minutes; however, we were hidden inside the mansion’s inner part. Where were Lucian’s guards? Are they at the barracks? A strange absence of their presence carried a burden in my thoughts. Were they occupied elsewhere? How was Lucian reacting to the silent cameras and the missing security team? Maria’s skills were truly remarkable, making me amazed.Vienna followed in my footsteps, and our roles now reversed as I led the way for o

Cercei’s POV“It’s freezing out here,” Vienna complained, visibly shivering as she wrapped her arms around herself. I let out a resigned sigh and retraced my steps back to the car. Opening the trunk, I rummaged through its contents to look for anything useful.There lay a set of tuxedo and boots, presumably Lucian’s spares. I quickly handed them to Vienna.There was no way she could climb a mountain in heels; it would surely cause her disaster. Not to mention, with the mountain’s terrain covered in heavy snow, walking it in heels would be nothing short of a dangerous effort. We were in the North, for goodness’ sake. The bitter cold and treacherous conditions would exhaust us in no time.Vienna regarded me for a fleeting moment before accepting the clothes I offered. If I didn’t know her personally, I might’ve detected a trace of gratitude in her eyes. But this was Vienna’s nature, expecting such sentiment would be similar to predicting the impossible.“Thanks,” she muttered unexpected

Maria’s POVI woke up in my room, letting out a slight groan as I gently massaged my back to ease the unpleasant throbbing pain. “Damn, it hurts!” I muttered silently. My whole body felt sore like a large truck had crashed into me, leaving its mark. And to make things worse, my neck throbbed with a nearly unbearable intensity.I tried to remember what happened. Yes, that bitch, Vienna, who had successfully knocked me unconscious. But then again, why was I here in this room?How long did I sleep? I couldn’t recall how much time had passed. Why would Cercei allow Vienna to do that? I attempted to get up from lying, but I only felt frustrated as my body didn’t cooperate well.Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Frank. His face showed clear displeasure. His lips were tight, his eyes empty, and his hands thrust in his pockets.He walked towards my bed in a calculated manner, his cold behavior giving a similar feeling to the shiver caused by snowflakes down one’s spine. When our eyes met

Cercei's POV“Well, I do now,” I repeated, placing extra emphasis on my words as I gazed at her.Despite her strong desire to speak, she tightly sealed her lips. I hugged my knees and shifted my focus to the dancing flames in front of us. The first light of dawn was breaking, and sleep remained a far-off hope. Even if we yearned for it, it remained out of reach.Who could even think of sleep when the entire army of Northerners and Southerners relentlessly trailed us?“So, you’re going to kill him?” She finally broke the silence with her question.I shifted my gaze to her, keenly observing her reaction. Was I going to end Monsieur’s life? As I had stated earlier, I didn’t want to rob my mother or Lucian of that satisfaction. Monsieur had caused me pain throughout my life, but it was nothing compared to the suffering he had inflicted on Mamà and Lucian.In the end, we all shared the same burning desire, to dig out his heart and stop its beat. That was the ultimate goal, and I believed t