All Chapters of Claiming His Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Cercei's POVAfter the intensely passionate kiss we shared last night, the memory alone makes me blush with anticipation.Lucian revealed every detail to me. It turns out that Monsieur and Vienna tirelessly explored every corner of the globe in search of us. I can’t say I’m surprised, but a part of me had secretly hoped they had truly abandoned their pursuit. Perhaps I was merely deceiving myself. After all, they were the ones who harshly cast us out onto the rain-drenched streets.How foolish I was to entertain the notion that freedom was within our grasp, that redemption was within reach.The men we encountered in the café the other day were, as it transpires, Monsieur’s henchmen. This revelation shed light on Lucian’s strange “emergency” that day. Moreover, he was the mastermind behind the cunning hack of the CCTV system.“Why did you feel the need to hack the CCTV? You had already dealt with them physically,” I asked, perplexed by his actions.“It wasn’t for the purpose of gatheri

Lucian's POV“Leave,” her voice, as cold as ice, sent a shiver down my spine, permeating every fibre of my being and bringing me to my knees.I tried to beg, locking eyes with her, desperately hoping for a spark of mercy. Her eyes, once windows to her soul, now appeared vacant, devoid of any emotion.I am at a loss as to what she thinks or feels this time.Eventually, I respected her wish and walked away, but I knew deep down that I would return. I would grant her the time she needed, although not too long. Cercei, patience has never been my forte.Gritting my teeth, I exited the café.“Lucian, wait,” Vienna called me from behind, struggling to keep pace in her heels. I just ignored her.I retrieved my phone from my pocket and dialed one of my trusted commanders.“Join me in alley three,” I spoke, my voice devoid of warmth, before ending the call. Vienna continued to trail behind me.“Wait,” she grasped my arm. I promptly withdrew it, facing her. Anger blazed in my eyes, fully aware o

Remus' POV“He expelled me, he threw me out, he cast me away!” My daughter rushed towards me, her tears staining my chest as she cried.“What happened?” I inquired, glancing at the guards standing behind her.“What on earth had happened?” I redirected my question to them.“We were forcefully expelled by Lord Lucian’s men,” one of them responded. I had anticipated that Lucian wouldn’t idly watch them wander into the city.“Hush now,” I comforted her, my hands gently rubbing her shoulders as she sobbed uncontrollably.“He despises me, and he adores that maid more than anything. What’s wrong with me?” She shouted in frustration. I let out a deep sigh.“There is nothing wrong with you, my dear,” I consoled her, signaling my men to leave us alone.“But why can’t he reciprocate my love?”“You cannot force a man to love you, Vienna,” I uttered the harsh reality. Men seldom fall in love, but when they do, no one can come between them. I know this from personal experience. Her mother attempted

Cercei's POV“How has your day been?” Mamà inquired, gently placing her bag on the couch and pouring herself a glass of wine. She had just got off work. “Fine,” I replied quickly, avoiding her gaze.“You don’t have to work, you know. You can stay here and relax, watch some TV,” she suggested, studying me closely. We had been living here for two months now. Mamà had found a job at a local coffee shop, while my Aunt worked at a casino. My Aunt usually came home very late, whereas Mamà would return at 8 in the evening.“I don’t enjoy being idle; besides, I don’t even understand the TV. I don’t speak Greek,” I gestured toward the small television set in our apartment. I, too, had found a job as a dishwasher at a small restaurant down the street. Initially, I intended to apply as a waitress, but being unable to speak or understand the local language caused a challenge. Being a dishwasher, however, required minimal conversation. I simply excelled at cleaning, a skill I had honed throughout

Cercei's POVAfter our thrilling hunt last night, we woke up on the island, our bodies bare and smeared with blood stains.A surge of satisfaction coursed through me, filling me with a rare sense of contentment and strength that I hadn’t experienced in ages.Mamà handed us garments, and we quickly changed before leaving the island.“That was utterly fucking wonderful,” Aunt Melanie chuckled, clearly sharing in my profound gratification.“Melanie, mind your language,’ scolded my mother, though she couldn’t help but let out a laugh.As the sun rose, we arrived at the port where the boat’s owner awaited our return.“Efcharistó, Antóni [ Thank you, Antonio ],” Aunt Melanie warmly patted his back. While making our way back home, Mamà abruptly pulled us down to the ground.“Emilia, what the fuck...” Mamà swiftly covered my aunt’s mouth, her gaze fixed on the black-suited men roaming the area.My eyes widened, and fear constricted my heart. I must have been as pale as a ghost. They had found