Claiming His Luna

Remus’ POV

“Monsieur, according to our sources, they were recently in South East Asia, but now their movements have expanded across Europe,” conveyed one of my trusted men. I took a refined sip of bourbon, my mind sharp and focused.

I am not one to be fooled easily. Emilia and Cercei lack the financial means to move from one place to another, not to mention the absence of their valid passport. Even if they possessed one, I would be promptly alerted.

I have my men stationed at every airport, spanning the globe. Even if they resort to assuming false identities, my vigilant men will not permit them to slip through undetected. Someone is shielding them, and I know who that might be.

“Any updates on the Reds?” I inquired, lighting my cigarette with a calculated air.

“The Blood Moon Alpha has remained unreachable in recent weeks, Monsieur,” responded my loyal henchman. I chuckled softly. Ah, how predictable you have become, young Alpha.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“Find him as well,” I commanded. My henchman acknowledged my orders before discreetly departing from my study.

Lucian’s brazen fascination with Cercei did not escape my attention. I observed his intense gazes, his eyes filled with desire, and his pitiful lack of self-control whenever she was present. I did not witness such enthusiasm in his interactions with Vienna. It seems my eldest daughter has captured his attention.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter. The Blood Moon Pack and the Red Company will serve as my stepping stones to ascend to the pinnacle of power. I will stop at nothing until Lucian is brought to his knees, begging for the hand of one of my daughters.

The world remains oblivious to Cercei’s existence, my daughter from Emilia, my maid. If word were to spread, gossip would certainly burst. However, those who dare to speak of it in my presence would lose their tongues swiftly. I care not for their opinions, for the lion does not consider the sheep’s drivel.

Regardless of her legitimacy, Cercei carries my blood within her veins. The endless lineage of the Alpha King courses through her. She is, after all, my firstborn, inheriting my strength, intellect, and power. Disposing of her would be a wasteful act; besides, she’s my pawn and a giveaway bride.

All the desires that consumed Lucian, the lengths he would go to possess her hand would be advantaged. My task now lay in digging every corner of the world for their whereabouts. Once I have them within my grasp, I will cage them, never allowing them to escape from my clutches again.

They were never meant to explore beyond the brim of my mansion. I didn’t know Vienna had kicked them out, driven by her severe fury when discovering Lucian’s interest in Cercei. She sought their capture, intending to slowly suffocate the life out of them, enjoying their torment.

I had to seize them before Vienna could lay a finger on them.

Abruptly, the door swung open, revealing my younger daughter seething with anger and impatience. Her every step exuded wrath. She forcefully slammed her hand on my table, but I calmly puffed on my cigar, observing her intently.

“I have waited long enough. Where is she?” she demanded with such intensity that it stirred a chuckle from me.

“Ah, you inherited such a temper from your mother,” I remarked, amused. Her mother’s unbearable fits of rage led to her demise, of course, in the guise of Vienna’s birth.

I could no longer tolerate her constant nagging, the exaggerated threats, and the endless envy towards my maid. Her behavior had spiralled out of control, and I grew weary. So, I poisoned her. It was a simple task, for she possessed both a fiery temperament and a lack of wit. After she gave birth, I handed her a cup of water, which was laced with poison. She perished within a minute, restoring calmness to my life.

Vienna seemed to despise my composed demeanour, only fueling her fury further.

“You promised me that you would find them,” she spat.

“I am searching for them diligently. They have yet to be located,” I assured her, my amusement hidden beneath a gentle facade. Trust me, dear daughter, I, too, yearn to discover their whereabouts. As it turns out, your intended husband shields them, skillfully concealing my detection. Impressive, indeed. I never expected the King in the North to possess such proficiency in hiding.

“Is that so? Because it appears as though you have no desire to find them,” Vienna questioned, crossing her arms before me.

“On the contrary, my dear. Trust me, I will inform you promptly if any reports come in regarding their whereabouts,” I replied softly, and her expression softened. Ah, how similar to her mother-tough yet vulnerable.

“I will grant you one more week. Should they remain unfound, I will take matters into my own hands,” she hastily warned and departed. I leaned back in my chair, musing. I finished my cigarette and casually discarded it on my balcony.

Emilia, how dare she abandon me. She never seems to learn the consequences of her actions, does she? She was meant to be my bride, but alas, she lacked wealth and was merely a slave. Yet, I have always believed she was my destined mate. Her scent lingered in my senses alone, and I always smelled it when she was around. However, she didn’t feel the same way towards me and instead expressed her romantic interest in my butler.

I was forced into an arranged marriage to a business partner with a severe obsession towards me while Emilia and Henrì built their own little family with my child. How pathetic for them to yearn for freedom, hoping to escape my grasp. Although I never married her, she serves me day and night, living at my beck and call.

It wasn’t until I discovered their treacherous plan to escape that Henrì forgot his place. His disgusting lack of respect led to his heart being dug out of his chest.

I thought his demise would bring a sense of closure between Emilia and me, but I was mistaken. Her hatred for me grew even stronger as if it were possible to loathe me more than she already did. She couldn’t bear to look at me. I was infuriated, not to mention the disgraceful scene she caused at the party.

However, contrary to the ruthless rumours circulating, I am a passionate forgiver. I will grant her freedom, but only if she surrenders herself to me completely.

Everything will return to its former state. I will obtain everything I desire by any means necessary. And they will all bow before my rule.