Claiming His Luna

Cercei’s POV

Lucian leaned casually against the hood of his car, hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets, his messy hair adding an air of rugged charm. My heart danced to a livelier beat in his presence, pumping vibrant blood streams through my veins.

As I made my way across the street, his gaze locked onto me, his eyes steadily looking at me.

“Hey,” A warm smile curved my lips as I greeted him. However, in return, his smile lacked the usual intensity, a hint of unease etched on his face. I couldn’t help but notice a small cut on his lips, a mark that hinted at a deeper disturbance.

“Hi,” he replied, his voice strained, his smile forced. I furrowed my brows, my concern instantly surfacing. This was not the Lucian I knew. Not once had I seen him like this.

“Is something troubling you?” I asked without hesitation, my worry evident in my voice.

His response was a mere smile as he opened the passenger seat, retrieving a bouquet of flowers.

Grateful, I accepted the offering, appreciating its old-fashioned charm.

“Thank you,” I murmured, my gratitude expressed in a few simple words.

“You look beautiful,” he complimented, gently tucking a few stray strands behind my ear. A blush crept onto my cheeks, and I playfully swatted his hand, eliciting a soft chuckle from him.

With courteous grace, he held the car door open for me. Goodness! He truly embodied the spirit of a gentleman, as if plucked from a classic 90s movie.

Curiosity gnawed at me as I settled into the seat.

“Where are we headed?” I inquired, curiosity lacing my words.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“The City’s Center,” he replied, and my face fell upon hearing his response. My Mamà and aunt had warned me about public places, cautioning me to be extra careful and to avoid crowded areas.

“I-” I struggled to form a word, my uncertainty written across my face. Lucian glanced at me while continuing to drive.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, his gaze filled with genuine regard. I looked at him in hesitation, my Aunt Melanie’s words echoing in my mind, emphasizing the importance of not trusting just anyone. However, Lucian wasn’t just anyone to me.

The knowledge of our secret was not concealed from him; he was there that fateful night when we made our escape. But should I confide in him? Is it wise to share the details?

“You can tell me,” he urged me. His hand gently held mine on my thigh while the other remained on the steering wheel. He attempted to steal glances at me, but his focus remained on the road ahead.

“My mother warned me to be vigilant in crowded places, cautioning that unknown men roam the city; their true intentions were concealed,” I finally revealed my concerns, the heaviness of the words lifting from my chest.

He appeared surprised, although not to a shocking extent.

“They belong to me,” he disclosed casually. His words struck me like a bolt of lightning. I turned to face him, my eyes wide with disbelief, while he kept his attention on the road.

“What?” I stammered, struggling to comprehend his statement fully. Were the guards patrolling the city streets and lounging in the café under his command?

“They are mine. They pose no threat to you; in fact, their purpose is to ensure your safety,” he reiterated. My mind struggled to fully grasp the implications.

“Why?” The question escaped my lips, inadvertently revealing a trace of fear. His gaze shifted towards me, captivated by my words.

“Let’s discuss it when we arrive,” he replied, his tone determined, accelerating the car’s speed.

The very guards we had feared were under his command. They encircled the city, secretly watching over the café, even manipulating the CCTV system.

I trusted him. I knew it might sound foolish, but I did. I trusted the man who had whisked me away from the first time we saw each other. I trusted the man who bore the responsibility for our banishment.

But what if I was mistaken? What if he had been using me all along? Were my previous doubts about him valid? I felt a clamminess seep into my palms, a manifestation of my growing uncertainty.

He pulled the car into the parking lot and courteously opened the door for me. However, as he saw how I regarded him, filled with fear and uncertainty, his complexion turned pale, and his voice quivered slightly.

“Please, don’t look at me like that, I beg you,” his words trembled. Taken aback, I took a step backward, inadvertently dropping the bouquet I had been clutching.

My eyes landed on the numerous men stationed at every corner of the central park upon looking at the surroundings. There was not a single civilian in sight, only us and his men. An overwhelming sense of terror gripped me.

“No, baby, please,” he pleaded, his voice dwindled to a whisper. He reached out, attempting to grab my arm as I took another hesitant step back.

“You-” Tears welled up in my eyes.

“They won’t harm you, and I will never hurt you, I promise,” he uttered with a resolute conviction as if he were taking an oath.

Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his phone and made a call.

“Leave us,” he commanded, ending the conversation. I glanced around, witnessing the guards beginning to disperse.

Unable to find the words to express my thoughts, I felt utterly bewildered. I trusted him, but at this moment, confusion consumed me. Could I truly place my trust in him? And why on earth were his guards here?

“Why are they here?” I finally managed to voice my question.

“To protect you. Remus discovered your whereabouts,” Lucian disclosed, his words causing my entire being to tremble.

Monsieur had found us? Had he been searching for us all this time? Foolishly, I convinced myself we had finally obtained peace during the past month. How naive I had been to believe he had released us from his clutches.

“He found us?” I repeated, my voice quivering with sheer terror.

He gazed at me with tenderness, his eyes conveying a depth of emotion as he nodded. Taking a step closer, he reached out and embraced me, bridging the distance between us.

“I was afraid he would send his entire legion of henchmen here, so I brought mine instead,” he explained, his grip on my hand tightening as he spoke.

“Please, don’t be afraid of me,” he pleaded, gently wiping away the tears falling down my cheeks.

“The last thing I want is to cause you harm,” he continued to coax, his words dripping with sincerity. Tears continued to flow, but this time not from fear. It was an indescribable emotion that overwhelmed me, one that my heart perhaps recognized better than my mind.

Gradually, his face drew nearer to mine, his eyes closing in anticipation. Following suit, I closed my eyes, and as our lips met, a surge of electricity coursed through my body. This was not our first kiss, but it felt more genuine than ever before.

It was raw, brimming with emotions as if our hearts were engaged in their own conversation. A soft whimper escaped my lips as he delicately explored my mouth with his tongue. I spiralled my arms around his neck while his hands rested securely on my waist and back.

Our tongues engaged in a dance, an intense battle of passion. At this moment, it was as though the world around us had ceased to exist. All the troubles and worries that plagued my mind vanished instantly. He consumed my every thought as he permeated my senses, heart, mind, and every fibre of my being. His name echoed through my veins.

My Lucian.