บททั้งหมดของ Claiming His Luna: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Cercei’s POV“Surprisingly, the vixen has made her return,” Maria sighed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. A servant had just informed me that Vienna was summoning me to the barn.Since the Alpha took my father’s life that fateful night, Vienna had hidden herself in her room. I presumed she was overcome with fear after witnessing such a gruesome event. Although she possessed a mischievous streak and could be quite the bully, she had never truly engaged in such severe violence before.“One of these days, Vienna will definitely have your tongue,” I mused, reminding her of the possible punishment she might receive.“Which tongue? This one?” she jeered, sticking out her tongue and attempting to lick my face.“Disgusting, Maria! Ew!” I chuckled, swiftly avoiding her advances and playfully nudging her before making my way back to the barn. She responded by defiantly extending her middle finger at me before resuming her garden duties with a broom in hand.Inhaling deeply, I gingerly opened

Cercei’s POVToday marked the arrival of the respected Lucian Red at the magnificent MoonStone mansion. The atmosphere buzzed with activity as the diligent servants worked tirelessly to polish every corner, their hushed conversations filled with admiration for the breathtakingly handsome Alpha of the renowned Blood Moon Pack.At the same time, I was engrossed in arranging many flowers into numerous vases. I let out a deep breath as I looked at the empty vases still needing to be filled. When I stared at my hands, which were marked with several cuts and blisters from rose thorns, I couldn’t stop myself from flinching. Despite the discomfort, I carried on without being bothered, thankful that Maria hadn’t been given the duty of arranging flowers due to her severe allergies, which would have made the task very difficult for her.“Moved quickly, everyone! Lord Lucian will bless us with his presence in just an hour,” urged Madàm Cecè, her demeanour reflecting both the weight of responsibil

Lucian’s POV“Your Majesty,” Frank called out, breaking me from my reverie as I stood there, lost in the enchanting aroma that surrounded me.Startled, I blinked behind the protective shield of my shades and turned towards Frank, his concerned expression mirrored in the rearview mirror. “Do you really think she’s here, Sire?” he asked, his voice laced with doubt yet a glimmer of hope.I sighed, my uncertainty noticeable. “I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice heavy with longing. The grand gates swung open majestically as we arrived, adorned with the elegant inscription of “MoonStone.”This mansion, I pondered, was a vast expanse of luxury. Even as we crossed the threshold, the mansion itself remained elusive, its magnificence shrouded by the expanse of the estate. I peered through the window, gazing at the vast garden adorned with a sea of pristine white roses—their emblem.“Here we are,” Frank announced, his voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.As I emerged fro

Cercei’s POV“Ouch,” I winced, attempting to change the bandage on my wounds single-handedly. Mamà had informed me that she would be spending the night inside the grand mansion, burdened with more work due to what had occurred. I had been the one meant to be punished, but she pleaded with Monsieur on my behalf. I had tried to dissuade her, asserting that I was the one deserving of punishment. Nevertheless, my mother would do anything within her power to shield me from harm. Engrossed in the task of changing my bandage, I suddenly detected a familiar fragrance wafting through the air. Closing my eyes, I surrendered myself to the scent. The scent from the cave! This must be it. My senses sharpened as the aroma grew stronger. I could hear the rustling of the wind and the approaching footsteps. Alarmed, I stood up abruptly. I leapt to my feet as the door swung open forcefully, the sound of the aged, creaking door filling my ears. My entire body froze upon catching sight of the man wh

Lucian's POV“Damn it!” I exclaimed, wincing as I massaged my aching side. Some force yanked the blanket away, causing me to tumble out of bed unceremoniously.My head throbbed relentlessly, leaving me in a bewildered state. What in the world had occurred? Slowly, I pried open my bleary eyes, only to find a dishevelled woman hastily darting towards the door, her form barely concealed by a single sheet. A woman with chestnut hair flowing, was it Vienna? I rubbed my eyes vigorously, wincing at the sun’s piercing rays that seemed to intensify my pounding headache. As I surveyed my surroundings, a pressing question weighed on my mind. Where on earth was I?The sight before me resembled that of an old cabin shrouded in mystery. How had I ended up here? The events of last night eluded my recollection, save for a searing passion that engulfed my very being, leaving an unforgettable mark on my soul. It was undoubtedly the most memorable night I had ever experienced.The details of the previ