Claiming His Luna

Cercei’s POV

‘You’re pregnant,’ the words echoed in my mind like a melody passing through my ears.

I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant with Lucian’s child.

This revelation explains my recent surge of emotions, the heightened sensitivity to smells, the constant nausea, and my frequent pickiness with food.

Inside my womb, a new life is taking shape.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I gently cradled my stomach, though there was no visible bump yet. Besides the morning sickness, the persistent nausea, and mood swings, I didn’t feel anything and was oblivious to the little life slowly growing inside my womb.

I should have considered the possibility of this little one’s arrival before I left Lucian and started this journey halfway around the world. I shouldn’t have put my unborn child at risk.

I wish I could turn back time and return to the moment before I left. Now, all I feel is relief that we’re both safe. I need to be more careful from this point on. I’ve engaged in a long travel, endured stress, and even bled. How could I have been so thoughtless? If only I had realized it soon.

‘I’m so sorry, baby,’ I whispered to the tiny life inside me.

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness when I thought about Lucian’s potential reaction. What if he became angry? What if he insisted on an abortion? He wasn’t exactly prepared for a committed relationship. Given his responsibilities with his pack and company, a child might be too much for him. This baby could be viewed as yet another burden on his already overflowing plate.

I didn’t want to keep this from him. I wanted to be fair, even though I doubted he’d be thrilled to hear the news or see me. Nevertheless, this child was the product of both our actions.

Regardless of his response, I was determined to raise this child. Despite my life’s mess and the complexity of my situation, I would raise this child.

‘Oh, my dear baby, I will do anything for you, even if I have to do it all over again.’

“You need to rest. I’ll find you the best obstetrician-gynecologist. I’ll provide anything you might need,” Monsieur declared, his warm smile radiating as he gently stroked my head.

We hadn’t talked about what happened at the ball. Honestly, I didn’t have the energy for it. Discussing it would only add to my stress, and the doctor had explicitly warned me to avoid that.

He hadn’t brought it up either. We’d address it when the time was right.

I hadn’t seen Vienna since discovering I was pregnant. Monsieur suggested giving her some time. I understood that Vienna had feelings for Lucian; she was meant to be his fiancée, so it was natural for her to be hurt. Sometimes, I wondered how much easier things might have been if they had ended up together.

“My Lady,” the kitchen panicked when they saw me.

“You should have just called us; you didn’t need to come downstairs. You’re vulnerable right now,” they fretted with concern.

“I’m pregnant, not disabled,” I retorted, taking a seat on a tall chair. Some even gasped when they saw me climb onto it – it was quite high, after all.

“My Lady, please be cautious,” one of the servants implored, on the verge of tears. I sighed, suspecting that Monsieur had either threatened or instructed them to be overly cautious.

I carefully got down from the chair.

“I’ll have my breakfast in the garden; please bring it to me when it’s ready,” I instructed. They sighed in relief as my feet touched the ground.

I didn’t want to trouble others by having them bring me meals. I had functioning limbs and had been brought up not to be a spoiled brat. However, I also recognized the fragility of my pregnancy, and I had promised myself that I would be careful.

I can’t deny the MoonStone garden offered a breathtaking and serene view, with its sprawling white roses that had a calming effect on my mind.

As I sipped my juice, my eyes suddenly widened when I spotted a familiar figure in the distance.

I almost choked on the drink in my hand.

“Vincent… Vince!” I called out enthusiastically, raising my hands in the air. He, however, turned his head in the opposite direction.

“Stupid!” I muttered under my breath.

“I’m here,” I called again, now waving my hands sideways to catch his attention. Finally, he noticed me and made his way over.

Why was he here? Right, he was a spy. How skilled must he be to enter and leave this mansion without arousing suspicion? And how had he managed to earn Monsieur’s trust? I knew Monsieur didn’t trust anyone easily. Vincent had been the Alpha of my mother’s pack, and I couldn’t imagine Monsieur trusting him. Even if Vincent would kiss his ass, Monsieur would probably still think he had ulterior motives. What tricks had Vincent used to stay in the mansion for an extended time?

Regardless, I had to give him credit for the success of his plan. At least one of us wasn’t failing.

“Hi,” I greeted him with enthusiasm.

“Hi,” he responded, looking somewhat confused as he glanced at my meal.

I noticed his scrutiny, and I playfully offered him a slice of pizza, along with soy sauce for dipping.

“Breakfast?” I asked with a smile, extending the food toward him.

“No, thank you,” he replied with a hint of disgust.

My smile disappeared, and I pulled the food back. Fine! I took an angry bite.

“You seem quite happy for someone on a mission to kill,” he remarked, smirking.

“Sit,” I gestured to an empty seat, and although still slightly puzzled, he complied. I handed him another slice of pizza with the soy sauce, but he shook his head, obviously refusing my offer.

“Why are you here?” I asked as I chewed my food.

“Your father and I are business partners,” he explained casually.

“But I thought you were a spy,” I innocently countered. His eyes widened, and he quickly scanned the area as if expecting someone to overhear.

“Shh!” he covered my mouth abruptly.

He quickly removed his hand from my mouth after ensuring nobody heard us.

“Right,” I said, flashing a peace sign before dipping my pizza back into the soy sauce. He shot me a deprecating look as he observed my actions.

“I’m glad you’re here; I have so much to tell you,” I said excitedly, crossing my legs and leaning closer to him.

He checked his watch.

“Share it with others; I’m running out of time,” he replied, attempting to rise. I extended my hand and stopped him.

“Please stay,” I pleaded, giving him my best puppy-dog eyes.

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“Yay!” I cheered as he settled back into his seat.

“So…. speak up,” he demanded, his brow furrowing in anticipation.