Todos os capítulos de Claiming His Luna: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Cercei's POVWith an icy demeanour, he did not spare even a fleeting glance in my direction, not lingering longer than I did. “No, put back her cuffs,” he commanded, his voice sending shivers down my spine.As I gazed down at my restrained hands, a wave of sorrow flooded me, realising that the man I had once loved was no more. The person I knew as Lucian, with whom I had shared enchanting moments in Dinan and the strongest Alpha I encountered in the mansion, had transformed into a wholly different being.My attention shifted to Frank, standing beside him, a sly greeting concealed in his eyes. Lucian paid me no attention as he engaged in conversation with his men, issuing authoritative orders.“Good to see you again, Miss Cercei,” Frank addressed me while the firm grip of one of the men held my left arm.“I can’t say the same,” I retorted, unwilling to feign any semblance of pleasure at encountering the man responsible for my mother’s abduction.Ignoring my response, Frank pressed on

Cercei's POVThroughout the course of my life, I have endured an unending stream of insults and harsh words from various people. Yet, amongst them all, his cutting remarks pierced me to the core, despite my futile attempts to brush them off.His words left a deep wound inside me, and though I felt resentment, I tried to understand his perspective. Opening the boxes one by one, I was greeted by a dazzling array of shoes and dresses, yet an ache gnawed at my chest. This collection represented his vision of what was valuable, but did he see me as mere trash?Why should I be surprised? I am merely a low-born servant destined for life to serve them. Nevertheless, I hadn’t anticipated such venomous words from him as his affectionate manners in Dinan had fooled me.He brought me pyjamas, lotions, skincare, and perfumes. Under different circumstances, I might have considered his gesture considerate. However, he had already made it clear that he wished to distance himself from me in my ragged

Cercei's POV“Hello, Cercei,” Monsieur’s smooth yet chilling voice sent shivers down my spine. His appearance had not changed since the day I left his mansion.“Monsieur,” I managed to utter, a mixture of surprise and fear leaving me momentarily speechless. My mind turned blank, beads of cold sweat forming on my forehead.He offered a smile, his hand finding its place on my waist as we danced. Meanwhile, I remained rooted to the spot, struggling to process everything.“Relax, Cers. I remember you as a skilled dancer,” he spoke casually, as if oblivious to the evil deeds he had committed. As if he hadn’t abused my mother, dug out my father’s heart as he mercilessly killed him.Suddenly, I felt a firm tug pulling me away from his clasp. Lucian stood protectively in front of me, and like a frightened puppy wanting protection, I hastily hid behind him.“A pleasure to meet you, My Lord,” Monsieur said with a hint of mockery.“I see you have brought my servant along,” Monsieur attempted to

Maria's POV“It has been almost six years, Maria; do come back, I beg you,” my younger brother pleaded.“You know I can’t, Diego,” I responded, sighing.“Papà has already forgiven you, even if he doesn’t express it. He would be delighted to see you again,” I could sense the desperation in his voice, even through the phone.I scoffed. “Forgiveness isn’t his forte, you know that,” I reminded him. My father possessed various traits, unfortunately, mercy was not among them. I had wronged him gravely, not only turning my back on them but also on my birthright, which included the leadership of our entire pack. Perhaps I had been selfish in choosing myself.“He loves you, you know that,” my younger brother insisted. Maybe he did, I thought, but when I began to assert myself and express my thoughts, his fatherly love seemed to evaporate.“Diego, I will always be with you even if I’m not physically present. However, I can’t return home,” I said sadly. Not now. I am not prepared to face them y

Vienna’s POV Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would be forced to confront the monstrous truth about my own father? The man I once wanted to believe was loving just turned out to be a far darker figure than I had ever imagined.I had witnessed it, the way he looked at his maid, the unsettling obsession that tainted his treatment of her. It disgusted me to no end. When Sir Henrì met his end that night, I overheard snippets of Emilia’s words, but I knew deep down what she had implied. I simply lacked the courage to face the reality.For too long, I had been in denial about my father’s crimes, clinging to the illusion of his righteousness. He was right; I had been living in a state of willful ignorance, turning a blind eye to his violent and abusive nature.My resentment towards Cercei was no secret; I harboured anger towards her for everything. Yet, what I despised most was her appearance, the fact that we shared similar features. It was a constant insult, her being a mere ser