All Chapters of Claiming His Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Cercei's POVMy heart raced with trepidation as one of the men diligently inspected every individual embarking and disembarking the ship. Instinctively, I contemplated turning away, but another group of men stood behind me, closing off any retreat.Feeling a pang of desperation, tears threatened to well up as I realised there was no way out. I found myself wholly dependent on a mere scarf and sunglasses to maintain a semblance of composure, striving not to draw unnecessary attention to myself.As I approached the scrutinising man, my heart pounded louder and more vigorously. His gaze bore into me, causing cold sweat to form on my forehead.A sigh of relief involuntarily escaped my lips when, finally, he averted his eyes. I mustered a faint smile, relieved that I had managed to get on board. Now, I needed to find my Mamà and Aunt. Were they already here? The ship was poised to set sail.The sound of the horn signalled the imminent departure. Glancing around anxiously, I searched for th

Cercei's POVAs the men drew nearer, their footsteps echoing with ominous intent, the atmosphere grew tense. Mamà and Aunt stood their ground, displaying remarkable courage as they faced their foes, engaging them in a fierce, tenacious fight. My heart pounded in my chest, a frightened onlooker unable to flee farther or intervene in the unfolding fight a few distances from my spot. A shot rang out in a moment of terror, aimed at my mother. I cried out in horror, my voice carrying my fear for her safety as I ran back to them.Frozen in place, my body seemed to betray me as my pleas to stop the violence fell on deaf ears. My desperate cries echoed through the air, but it felt as though the world had turned deaf to my anguish.“Please, let us go,” I begged with every ounce of strength left in my trembling voice.Amidst the chaos, Mamà’s agony was evident as a wolf tried to inflict further harm on her. In the midst of the battle, she locked eyes with me, and through the fierce gaze of her

Remus’ POV“You fucking idiot!” I seethed, my rage boiling over. A powerful punch landed squarely on Russo’s jaw, causing him to crumple to the floor.“You had them in your grasp, and you let them slip away?!” I snarled, grabbing his collar as he lay there, blood dripping from his nose and mouth due to my furious blow.Even in his pain, Russo managed to speak, “Lord Lucian’s men, led by Frank, interrupted us. They took Emilia.” He winced, anticipating my wrath.“What?” My jaw clenched tightly, the news hitting me like a sledgehammer.“Lucian’s butler took Emilia,” he repeated, his voice clearer this time.He took her. Lucian has set his schemes in motion already.Releasing my grip on Russo, I flung him back to the floor, allowing him to catch his breath. “Fool!” I cursed under my breath.The objects on my table bore the brunt of my frustration as I swept them aside. Lucian had remained ominously quiet for the past two months. I had been anticipating his retaliation ever since my men

Cercei's POVThree days have passed since my Aunt delivered a devastating revelation. Unable to cope with the emotional turmoil, I’ve secluded myself inside my room, rejecting all company and food.The urge to cry and release the flood of emotions wreaking havoc inside me is overwhelming, but I find myself strangely numb. My tear ducts seem to have run dry, and time has slipped by unnoticed in this empty state.From my window perch, I observe the world outside, watching the sun ascend, and the moon descend, detached from its natural rhythm.Aunt has made several attempts to visit me, even going as far as delivering my meals herself, urging me to eat. However, her words are brushed aside as my mind lives in an ouster of its own choice, distancing itself from everything. I fear I may be losing my sanity.Frequently, I find myself imagining alternative scenarios with my dear Mamà. Life would have been so different if circumstances had played out differently. Regret lingers as I reflect o

Cercei's POV“What’s the plan?” Aunt Melanie asked with a determined glint in her eyes.Upon my heartfelt conversation with Vincent, I was profoundly aware that wallowing in despair and resenting the world would benefit me to nothing. It was time to break free from the self-imposed confinement of my room.As I took that step out into the world, Aunt Melanie enfolded me in a warm embrace, her emotions overflowing into tears of relief and gratitude towards Vincent to the point where it bordered on being slightly awkward.“Let’s retrieve my Mom,” I declared with relentless will.“That’s more of a wish than a concrete plan, my dear,” Aunt Melanie’s upper lip curled up in a wry smile.Currently situated inside Vincent’s study, the three of us—my Aunt, myself, and Vincent, accompanied by a few of his trusted men, decided to keep our intentions concealed from the elders, thus avoiding any potential discussion about the arranged marriage.“Let’s begin with my Mom’s whereabouts. Where are they