Claiming His Luna

Cercei’s POV

“Let’s just take a moment to think, okay? Arguing won’t lead us anywhere,” Vienna’s words cut through the tension.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

A dejected chuckle nearly escaped my lips; the roles had reversed, and now Vienna was the one showing enough patience. How had I grown so irritable? My once bottomless reserve of patience now felt as fragile as a thread.

“Fine,” I agreed, though the vast emptiness of my mind offered no solutions. This wasn’t the first time we had executed an escape, but it certainly ranked among the most dangerous. Did Lucian already realise our absence? I shuddered at the thought of his wrath. Caught during our escape plan, I only hoped that Maria would somehow avoid the severe consequences. However, considering Lucian’s nature, showing mercy wouldn’t be his first instinct. I just hope Lucian will understand.

No, he won’t. He’ll never understand that I must leave him. No explanation could ever make sense to him. Explaining the urgency of my escape would be in vain.

I’m not abandoning him; I’m just temporarily stepping away to address my own issues. I need to ask Monsieur a few questions, and then I’ll kill him. Yes, that’s the plan. It might be straightforward and perhaps a bit reckless, but that’s all it requires. It’s all I need to do. And then this can finally be over, hundreds and thousands of lives won’t have to be sacrificed in the name of their Alpha’s conflicts.

And this isn’t just about the men or the war. It’s about me and my family too. I will execute my revenge. The fact that he’s my biological father doesn’t alter anything. He remains the same monster I despise. No revelation could ever change that. My anger has already rooted itself too deeply.

“Can you contact him, your father?” My eyes shifted to Vienna.

“He’s in the South; any international call could alert authorities,” she replied.

If the authorities are informed, Lucian will inevitably find out as well, leading to both of us being dragged back to his mansion.

“Do you have any contacts in the North who haven’t been tied to Lucian?” I quickly asked, a hint of desperation in my voice.

It seems impossible; the North only obeys the Reds. I’m losing hope, and now I have to return to the mansion as a failure, facing everyone’s anger.

My mother will undoubtedly be furious, and Maria as well, for being betrayed, not to mention Lucian. I banged my head against the car window in frustration. I should have just stayed in my room.

“Wait!” Vienna exclaimed as if a light bulb had suddenly switched on in her mind, and her voice snapped my attention back. Her tone held an air of excitement as she examined her wristwatch.

“If you’re concerned about the time, it’s probably two or three in the morning,” I commented, drained of energy. It was midnight, and here we were, trapped in the dark street, a stolen car as our only ally, and Vienna, my tormentor, as my reluctant accomplice. Life has a knack for twisting its own unique sense of humour.

“No, my father gave me this watch,” Vienna interjected.

“This isn’t the time to brag, Vienna. No one cares about you or your daddy,” I replied wearily.

“That’s not what I meant. Every piece of jewellery Dad gives me has a tracker. Maybe we could use it to communicate with him,” she explained. Her words stirred a glimmer of hope in my mind. My eyes shifted to her wristwatch.

“We might be able to send a signal or something,” Vienna added, her eyes fixed on her wristwatch. A possibility emerged from her words.

“Take it off and give it to me,” I instructed. Vienna immediately took it off. She started to hand it to me, but then she swiftly withdrew her hand, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.

“What?” I asked, my irritation flickering.

“You’re not planning to smash it, are you?” Her eyebrow arched in doubt as she clung to the watch. I fought the urge to snap at her.

“Of course not. The tracker is inside. We need to open it,” I clarified, scolding her.

“But this is a Bulgari,” she pouted immediately, her reluctance apparent. I shot her a sharp look, and hesitatingly, she handed the watch to my outstretched hand.

“Give me your heels, too,” I mumbled, gesturing with my mouth. Her pout deepened.

“Do you want my soul as well?” She retorted sarcastically, though she handed over her heels.

“You’re quite the drama queen,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

I studied the wristwatch closely, and I noticed there was a little bit of bling at its center. That must be the tracker.

Vienna’s voice piped up as I prepared to break the wristwatch glass using the heels.

“Is there any other way to open it? This is a fashion crime…” Her hesitation was apparent, but I shattered the wristwatch glass in the next beat. Vienna let out a small scream.

“My poor baby, I’m going to sue you,” she glared at me, inspecting her broken watch. I shook my head at her reaction.

“Bingo!” A triumphant smile appeared on my lips as I spotted a small red button bordering the tracker.

“What’s that?” She leaned in, trying to glimpse what had captured my attention.

“Press it three times, you know, like an SOS signal,” She stated the obvious. I complied, pressing the button three times, then again and again. The urgency of our situation mirrored my repetitive action.

“We need to go,” I declared, haste pounding inside my head. Staying here wasn’t an option, and soon they would track us down swiftly if we lingered.

“Where to?” Vienna’s question interjected as I unfastened my seatbelt.

“There,” I pointed towards a distant mountain.

One side of her mouth lifted, giving her a bemused expression.

“Are you serious?” The disbelief in her voice was clear. I ignored her, quickly opening the car door and stepping out into the faint light of early morning.

“They’ll anticipate us heading to an airport or someplace where your father could pick us up. They won’t anticipate us heading up that mountain,” I asserted confidently. My original plan was to go to an airport nearby and fly to the South, but that felt more futile than trying to find fish in the sky. It was too predictable; I was certain that Lucian’s men would swoop in and bring us back to the mansion even before we could board the plane.

“We’re leaving the car?” Vienna motioned towards the car.

“Yes,” I replied, my fingers still pressing the button on her watch at three-time intervals.

“Look, I admire the commitment, but no,” she countered, arms crossed.

“Vienna, please, we don’t have time for any argument,” I appealed, my patience wearing thin. She shook her head, persistent in her stance.

“We’re taking the car. It’s faster, more convenient, and warmer,” she reasoned, leaning back against the hood.

“Yes, and it’s also a quicker way for them to locate us. Have you ever considered that the car probably also has a tracker?” I retorted coolly, raising an eyebrow. She straightened up, gazing at the car.

“Fine, you can take the car if you want, but find a different mountain. Don’t lead them my way,” I instructed, swinging to start walking away.

Walking a few steps, I heard her footsteps trailing behind me as she followed.

“When did you become such a bitch?” Her whispered words reached my ears from behind.