All Chapters of Claiming His Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Cercei's POV After the ball, Lucian’s mood turned sour. He became silent and visibly angry, and I decided not to engage with him, giving him space.What is his problem? After confessing to being hurt when I walked away, he left me in the garden. Then I witnessed him talking to another woman, only for him to suddenly act jealous and territorial once he saw me chatting with Vincent.The ride back to his mansion was marked by silence, and I could feel Frank’s eyes on us through the rearview mirror. Lucian and I sat on opposite sides of the backseat, both lost in our thoughts.I don’t understand him. What’s his issue? I had assumed that the only purpose of bringing me to the ball was to claim dominance over Monsieur. Am I overthinking things? Maybe it doesn’t mean anything at all.I scoffed at my own thoughts. Why would it mean anything? He probably just didn’t want a woman standing beside him wearing rag clothes and mingling with the other Alpha, afraid that I might embarrass him.Upon

Vienna's POV“Is this room the best you could manage?” I said with evident disdain. My walk-in closet back home surpasses this space in size, the sheets are far from silk, the windows exude a rustic charm and goodness, and they are covered with those ghastly green wallpapers! I can’t help but wonder, who lives here, Shrek?“Hush yourself and step inside,” the guard barked, shoving me forward and locking the door with finality. How utterly despicable!Naturally, my measured plan came to nothing. I had anticipated catching sight of Cercei the moment I crossed those gates, yet she was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was Lucian who ‘graciously’ welcomed me. All the effort I had poured into that performance was utterly in vain. He didn’t buy into a word of it, not even flinching in the slightest.And now he has caged me to this wretched room. Well, I suppose this isn’t a dungeon, right? I couldn’t bear a day spent amongst other prisoners who undoubtedly had not heard of dental hygiene if

Lucian's POV“It is done,” Emilia declared calmly, her voice tinged with a sense of finality.An eye for an eye, you break into my company, I’ll burn yours.“And reduced to ashes,” she added, a hint of satisfaction in her tone.“Excellent. Proceed with the second phase. Let him face the consequences,” I commanded. The call was swiftly terminated after my instruction.Setting the phone aside, I had always sensed a shadow of darkness in Emilia. It first revealed itself when she fought relentlessly for her daughter’s life. She was no mere warrior; she embodied a mother’s fierce fury, making her even more dangerous.Remus’s vast empire spanned the globe, but the ruin of his main company dealt a significant blow, requiring considerable time to recover.However, the debt was far from settled; in fact, we had merely scratched the surface.“Sire,” Frank entered my study, wearing a concerned expression.“Miss Cercei wishes to see you,” he informed me, appearing uneasy.“Why?” I furrowed my bro

Maria's POVAfter the rigorous training session, Frank became eerily silent, almost to the point of being deafening. His sudden silence left me uneasy.I couldn’t help but feel frustrated with myself. The idea of beginner’s luck seemed absurd, as my stance, knowledge, and aim were all at an advanced level, possibly surpassing that of at least half of the trainees present.Although I was still a mere child when I last trained, one skill in which I consistently excelled was marksmanship, the sole aspect that my father took pride in.Supposedly, I was meant to be the clueless, innocent, poor slave, but I couldn’t resist my inclination toward archery. Years had passed since I had held or even laid eyes on a bow and arrows, yet the allure of archery retained its firm grip in my mind.In a feeble attempt to initiate a conversation, I blurted out, “Wow, that tree looks green.” It was a rather silly remark, but I hoped to break through Frank’s unusual silence, which seemed to stem from deep t

Cercei's POVThis isn’t the first time we had sex, but it feels more intense than the first time we did it. This one is just full of longing and desire, hungry and intense. His every move makes my inside scream and begs as the pleasure intensifies. I am becoming the demon, and it’s because of this man. I was panting and moaning loud when his hand freed my other breast and slowly caressed my lower abdomen. Our kisses started to get wild and hungry, especially when he plunged two fingers into my wet folds. He groaned, talking between our tangled tongues, “You’re dripping wet.” “Ah...ahh…more,” I groaned when he slowed down, and I didn’t want him to stop. “Do you still hate me now, hm?” He asked grimly while his other hand smoothly pulled down my panties. I was on the verge of my orgasm, and he hadn’t even touched my skin yet! And when he found my pearls, I closed my eyes in pleasure. My nails are buried in his back as I embrace the heavenly sensation of this unnamed feeling! He cu