Claiming His Luna

Cercei’s POV

Lucian came and stood before me, giving me hope during the raging war. My heart filled with joy, and I tried to scream his name, but only muffled sounds came from my taped mouth.

“Untie her,” Lucian commanded firmly, addressing Monsieur.

Monsieur’s jaw clenched, and he signalled one of his men. The man, trembling with fear, approached me with a knife and carefully began to cut the tapes.

As the tape peeled off, I wasted no time and rushed toward Lucian, my saviour. My desperate longing to reach him was obvious as I stretched my arms.

However, Monsieur stopped me mid-way, gripping my arm firmly. My protests fell on deaf ears as he forcefully lowered my hand.

“Let her go,” Lucian demanded, drawing a knife from his belt. He looked menacingly angry.

“You are seriously outnumbered, Lucian,” Remus taunted, a vicious grin twisting his lips.

I looked around and realized starkly that Lucian and I were up against insurmountable odds. His courage and strength alone wouldn’t guarantee our escape, and my presence would only hinder him.

“You want to test Emilia’s patience? It seems you still believe she’s bluffing,” Lucian asserted.

‘Bluff? Who’s bluffing who?’ I pondered.

The room was tense as Remus and Lucian locked eyes, each man daring the other to take the first step.

“Yes,” Remus replied, and his glare was persistent. He tightened his grip on me, emphasizing his control over the situation.

“I call her bluff right here, right now, in front of our daughter,” he declared, a sinister grin playing on his lips.

Lucian clenched his jaw, the consequence of our predicament etched across his face.

“You see, you’re not the only one with a brain,” Remus taunted, a cruel chuckle escaping his lips.

Suddenly, we were jolted by a series of deafening explosions, and the ground quaked beneath us. Lucian remained remarkably composed, offering a calm smile.

“That was the first among the five,” Lucian remarked, his revelation leaving me in stunned disbelief. Bombs? Lucian had planted bombs throughout the Moonstone mansion.

“Bomb this place, and we all die, including your little heir,” Monsieur interjected, his hand hovering over my flat stomach. The realization of our difficult situation struck me like a thunderbolt.

“This place is bomb-proof, correct?” Lucian inquired, his gaze sweeping the glass walls surrounding us.

“The only thing that can destroy us here is each other,” he continued, a sly grin emerging on his face.

At this moment, Lucian’s men appeared from the shadows, encircling Monsieur’s henchmen who had encircled us.

Monsieur’s grip on me tightened further, his desperation becoming clear.

“You’re right, but should any of you take a step closer, she will pay the price,” Monsieur warned, a knife pressed to my throat.

I closed my eyes in sheer terror, feeling the cold, sharp edge against my skin.

“You won’t kill your own daughter, Remus,” Lucian seethed, his eyes boring into Monsieur with unbridled rage.

“I might not kill her, but your child…” Monsieur’s voice trailed off, his words dripping with venom. He shifted the knife from my throat to my pregnant belly, a gesture that filled me with dread.

“No!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face, my pleas for mercy and protection falling on deaf ears.

“Don’t harm my child, please,” I begged, my voice trembling in fear. Lucian’s anger flared, intensifying as he glared at Remus.

“You can certainly try,” an unexpected voice interjected, sending shockwaves through the room.

It was my mother. The previously locked glass door stood ajar, allowing her to enter.

“Mamà,” I exclaimed, a surge of relief flooding my heart in her presence.

“You’re right, I was bluffing,” she remarked, her eyes locked onto Monsieur and a handgun aimed directly at him. Monsieur appeared bewildered by her sudden appearance and was looking at the unlocked door.

“You seem to have forgotten that I’m a hacker, Remus, a skilled one at that,” my mother remarked, her tone filled with triumph as she approached us.

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“Now, release my daughter,” she demanded, the gun remained firm in her grip.

“You don’t want to do this,” Monsieur countered, his head tilted to the side, seemingly calm.

“But this is all I’ve ever wanted,” Lucian declared firmly, his voice echoing in the room.

Monsieur released me, and he transformed into his Alpha wolf form, sending shivers down my spine. His fangs gleamed white and menacing, while his fur turned a deep, ominous black. A guttural growl escaped his throat, and in response, Lucian’s men also shifted into their wolves, preparing themselves for the upcoming battle.

Lucian also shifted into his powerful Alpha wolf form, his eyes locking onto Monsieur with fury, blazing in them.

My mother stayed in her human form, positioning herself between me and the escalating chaos. Panic wrapped her voice as she urged me to leave.

“Maria!” I cried out, my heart heavy with worry for her. On the other hand, my mother acted quickly, freeing Maria from her restraints and helping her to her feet.

“Maria, wake up!” she urgently called, shaking her gently. Maria’s eyes fluttered open, and I was relieved to see her consciousness returning.

“Come on, we don’t have much time. The door will close in a minute,” my mother urged, supporting Maria as they made their way toward the exit.

“Lucian!” I cried out in anguish as I saw him thrown against the wall. A pained whimper escaped his wolf form.

But before we could escape, Monsieur blocked our way, his growls filled with menacing authority.

“No!” My mother’s eyes widened in fear as the red light blinked, signaling that the doors had sealed shut again. This glass is bomb-proof. It can withstand any impact. The only way to open it is through Monsieur.

“I’ll open this door, even if I have to dig out his eyes,” Mamà declared, swiftly transforming into her wolf.

She attacked Monsieur with her claws and fangs. She was quick and powerful, but Monsieur, as an Alpha, was even faster and stronger.

An Alpha draws strength from his packs and his territory, and this is the South, where his mansion is located. He was more powerful than they were.

Now, on his feet, Lucian joined the battle, attacking Monsieur with my mother. The odds appeared overwhelming, and I could only watch helplessly from the corner, my heart aching with tension, unsure of victory or defeat.

Still weakened from the drugs, Maria sat on the sidelines, silently witnessing the chaos that had erupted.

“Cercei,” Maria called out weakly, drawing my attention. I hurried to her side.

“He’s too strong. He derives his strength from this place,” I sobbed, my voice trembling.

“You…” Maria’s voice was faint as she coughed, but it grew stronger as she continued, “You’re stronger too.”

“You’re his heir, the next Alpha of the South, just like him. You draw your strength from this place,” she explained urgently. “Show him, Cercei.”

I hesitated, fear gripping me.

“I can’t,” I whispered, clutching my stomach protectively.

“Cercei, you’re strong, and your baby is even stronger than us. Trust in yourself,” Maria urged, and her words resonated with strong faith.

Summoning every ounce of courage, I took a deep breath and quickly shifted. My body twisted and changed, bones cracking and switching. My hands became claws, and my fangs grew. In a short moment, I totally shifted into a strong female Alpha, and my eyes fixed on Monsieur.

I howled, grabbing everyone’s attention in the room, including Lucian.

I noticed him shaking his head, and fear flickered in his eyes when he saw my wolf form, but I ignored him.

In my full Alpha form, I initiated the attack against Monsieur, launching an unrelenting attack with claws and bites. Anguish and anger overwhelmed me, and I showed no mercy. Monsieur, weakened by our combined efforts, fought back fiercely.

Lucian’s growl reverberated through the room as he lunged at Monsieur, sinking his fangs into his neck. Blood flowed, marking a turning point in the battle.

The intense battle gradually wore down Monsieur until he could no longer resist our combined strength. He transformed into his human form, unconscious and defeated.

Lucian carried him to the scanner, and I thanked the heavens as we finally stepped out of that glass enclosure.

“I love you,” I whispered to Lucian, tears of relief and love streaming down my face.