Claiming His Luna

Cercei’s POV

As 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 wolfish eyes, I sensed her persistent maternal love. It was as if she silently pleaded with me to escape, to survive.

Stumbling backward, teetering on the edge of compliance, I hesitated before following her unspoken command. Suddenly, a fleet of black cars emerged from nowhere, bringing a new twist to the unfolding scene. Armed and dangerous, their men fired shots into the air, effectively extinguishing a significant portion of Monsieur’s forces. The clamour was overwhelming, forcing me to the ground as I clamped my hands over my ears in a futile attempt to block out the deafening noise.

Overwhelmed with fear, I found myself pleading to the heavens, yearning for an end to the violence that ravaged our lives.

“Ah, the traitor,” Russo sneered, singling out Frank, who emerged confidently from one of the cars, his gun aimed at Russo.

“Bonjour,” Frank greeted Russo with an air of calm and defiance. His sudden appearance had tipped the balance of power, and now it was Russo’s men who were outnumbered and vulnerable to attack.

My gaze darted back to Mamà, and my heart sank at the sight of her injuries. I screamed her name, desperate for her to be okay. She lay on the ground, her blood seeping out, and the sight of her blooded body was triggering haunting memories of my father’s fate. I refused to let history repeat itself.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

When Frank’s men approached, Aunt bravely stood by Mamà’s side, fiercely protective. Responding with a defiant howl, she courageously fought back, determined to shield her wounded sister. The toll of the battle was evident as Mamà shifted to her human form, the transformation marking the extent of her injuries. I knew that healing would be a long and arduous process.

Frank’s men callously covered Mamà’s battered and naked form with a cloth, and they did the same to my aunt. The sight was heart-wrenching, and I rushed to both of them in a state of distress.

“Mamà,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face as I held her bruised and wounded body.

Desperation gripped me when Frank’s men carried my mother away, and my aunt valiantly attempted to intervene but was also restrained by the others.

“Give my mother back, you monsters!” I screamed with all the force I could muster, my voice cracking with emotion. I pleaded with Frank to release her, but he remained cold and rigid, his attention fixed on Russo, his guns locked in position.

“Please,” I begged, my voice reduced to a desperate whisper, falling to my knees in a vain attempt to sway Frank’s determination.

Aunt, refusing to yield to fear, demanded to know their captor’s identity, fighting against the men who held her captive. Though she fought back fiercely, the overwhelming numbers of her attackers left her overpowered and restrained.

My heart sank as they took my unconscious and bleeding mother into one of the waiting cars. The situation felt incomprehensible, and I couldn’t help but question whether Lucian had ordered Frank’s actions. Was he angry with me, and if so, why involve my mother in this dangerous game?

Trapped and outnumbered by Frank’s forces, Russo’s men, including my aunt and me, were at their mercy. Just when all seemed bleak, a sudden arrival of more vans brought a glimmer of hope. These vehicles didn’t unleash gunfire; instead, they barreled forward at full speed, forcing Frank’s men to leap aside to avoid being struck. In their confusion, Aunt and I were seized and pulled toward the awaiting vans of the other group that had just intervened.

The chaos unfolded at breakneck speed, and before I knew it, my aunt and I were forcibly pushed into one of the vans. My heart pounded with dread as I called out to my unconscious mother, but the door was shut, detaining us instantly.

“No!” I cried, attempting to escape, but someone restrained me and placed a handkerchief over my face.

As the world spun and darkness crept into my senses, I fought to stay conscious, but it was a useless struggle. Soon enough, the world slipped away into total darkness.

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I awoke in an unfamiliar room. The vintage interior and throbbing pain in my head left me disoriented. The lights seemed almost blinding, but I quickly remembered the events leading up to my current situation. Lucian’s men took my mother. The urgency to rescue her consumed me.

Realising the bedroom door was opened, I cautiously walked out, relieved to find no guards in sight. The mansion’s vastness perplexed me as I carefully descended the grand staircase, following the sounds emanating from downstairs.

When I reached a certain room, the door slightly ajar, I peered inside and saw an assembly of at least ten people gathered around a large table. My attempt to eavesdrop led to an embarrassing trip, drawing everyone’s attention to my presence. Among the strangers, I was astonished to spot a familiar face-Vincent?

“You’re awake,” my Aunt greeted, her head bandaged as she was severely injured.

Confusion gnawed at me. Why was Vincent here? I thought he was just a model, and now I found myself wondering how long I had been unconscious. The situation seemed surreal, leaving me unsure if I had stumbled into a dream.

“They took Mamà; we must rescue her,” I urgently insisted, panicking, while Aunt Melanie tried to soothe my nerves.

A servant offered me a drink, but I hesitated to accept it, my mind racing with questions. Aunt Melanie took the drink on my behalf and guided me to sit down, attempting to reassure me.

“I’ll explain everything,” she promised, though calming down seemed nearly impossible in the face of my mother’s capture and the unexpected presence of Vincent, who had once been a regular at the cafe.

Thinking that my mother was being kidnapped overwhelmed me, and I demanded to know our location. The calm stares from everyone only riled me up, feeling as though they were gaslighting me in some inexplicable way.

Vincent’s expression appeared a mix of concern and detachment as he held a glass of wine, the other hand tucked into his pocket. My frustration grew, and my Aunt eventually disclosed that we were in the headquarters of their former pack.

My eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. A pack of their origin? I knew my mother was not MoonStone born, joining the pack only after marrying my father. I had believed that their pack had abandoned them, so the current revelation left me questioning everything. Why were we brought here, and what did they want from us? The uncertainty mulled heavily on my heart as I searched for answers in this strange and disorienting situation.