All Chapters of Claiming His Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Cercei's POV I yearn to extinguish the essence of my being, that I may finally end these incessant thoughts plaguing my mind.With a sullen look, I retraced my steps back to the cabin. Upon my arrival, I discovered my mother diligently engaged in tidying the disarray that had befallen the premises. A deep sense of chagrin bathed over me as I realised my obliviousness to the chaos, my mind preoccupied during my hasty departure earlier in the day.“Mamà,” I uttered awkwardly, my gait measured as I ventured indoors. The shattered flower vase, the cluttered table, and the forlorn sheets strewn across the floor seemed to suggest the aftermath of a violent upheaval that had swept through.“Cercei, why is everything in such a mess? What happened here?” inquired my mother as she carefully collected the broken shards of glass, gingerly depositing them into a bag. I winced, engulfed by a profound sense of awkwardness. Honestly, this was an uncomfortable predicament.“Uhm,” I let out a nervous

Cercei’s POVAmid the abundant design and meticulously crafted ambiance, the execution of the event proved to be surprisingly swift. Monsieur, always a perceptive expert, had sought the assistance of highly skilled designers and a large group of one thousand workers. My occasional bouts of remembering the past fondly and brief periods of confusion went mostly unnoticed, or at least Madam Cecè appeared unaware of them.It dawned on me that my presence would only breed chaos rather than aid in the proceedings. Consequently, I decided to lend a helping hand in the bustling kitchen. Naturally, I refrained from culinary duties, for they had enlisted the services of numerous seasoned chefs. However, I did contribute by preparing the utensils and sundry paraphernalia.Lost in my own reverie for the most part, I eventually retreated outside to embrace the refreshing breeze of the evening air. The mistake I made earlier continued to trouble my mind and trying to clarify the subsequent events

Cercei's POVMamà? A terrifying creature adorned in deep brown fur and possessing fiery crimson eyes emerges before me, and I am certain it is my beloved mother. I fixed my gaze on her, witnessing her growling fiercely at Vienna, attempting to assert dominance. Tears streamed down my face, my arms throbbing with pain, yet fear overwhelmed me.Fear of what fate awaits my mother and the looming aftermath ahead. I shook my head, desperate to deny the unfolding reality.“Mamà, no!” I cried out, my voice breaking with anguish.I was on the verge of darting into the middle, interrupting their imminent outbreak of violence; however, a gentle yet unyielding hand encircled my waist, holding me back. It felt as unyielding as solid stone, rendering me powerless. I kicked and punched against the air in a futile attempt to break free, but my efforts were in vain. A piercing scream escaped my lips as Vienna launched an assault on my mother.Though my mother may be older, Vienna seethed with blazi

Emilia's POV (Cercei's Mamà) Flashback Of A Haunting Memory Of Painful MolestationIn a sudden outburst, Monsieur violently swept everything off his table, leaving a trail of chaos in his study room. Unsatisfied with this display of rage, he seized a nearby chair and hurled it against the wall, shattering the room’s tranquillity.Trembling with fear, I clamped down my tongue, determined to suppress any sound that might escape my lips. We were supposed to be studying, but Monsieur was consumed by a raging heat, a primal urge to find his mate and satiate his cravings. Every little thing set him off, eroding his patience and driving him toward the brink of insanity.“Fuck!” he bellowed, snatching the bourbon bottle from the table and taking a long swig straight from its neck.With only a quarter of the bottle remaining, he downed the entire contents and hurled it again, this time dangerously close to my trembling form. I couldn’t contain my terror, and a shriek escaped my lips as the sh

Cercei's POV “Hey, wake up,” Mamà gently shook me, stirring me from my sleep. I rubbed my weary eyes and let out a sleepy yawn.“Are we there yet?” I mumbled, still groggy and half-asleep.She disregarded my question and focused on the peephole.“We’re almost there, sweetheart. We need to find a place to hide,” she whispered urgently, searching our surroundings for a suitable spot.“No,” I immediately protested when she looked towards the box where the chickens used to be. We had eaten all of them, leaving nothing but poop and feathers behind.“If someone spots us, we’ll end up in jail, and Monsieur will bail us out, only to drag us back to that mansion. Before we know it, you’ll be back to scrubbing floors.”I let out a resigned sigh.“Fine.”The chicken box was far from spacious or comfortable, not to mention the overpowering stench it emitted. I had to pinch my nose and hold my breath to endure it.As the train came to a stop, Mamà placed her index finger against her lips, silentl