Claiming His Luna

Frank’s POV

There was no sign of her leaving, not on flights or sails or any other types of transportation that someone could make to leave the North. She just vanished into thin air.

After I was informed of that little trick that she pulled, I went to the lab where she was detained. I told her she’s already done enough, why can’t she understand that?

I don’t care if she feels guilty, I’ll get Cercei back for her. I could do it. I doubt she’s fully healed and rested well when she leaves.

I should’ve known this. Bringing her to the barracks and training with her, I knew she had potential. She’s a skilled marksman, which is strange for a servant. She can fight well as well. That wasn’t just it. During the times we spent together, I noticed her outstanding skills.

Like how she’d catch a falling mug or the way she holds a knife. I saw lots of signs, and I chose to ignore them out of stupidity.

Or maybe I was too preoccupied with other feelings that I focused on other skills she has. Like the way she sways her hair or the way she smiles, the way she likes the snow.

Perhaps I underestimated her. I didn’t think she’d be that skilled to turn off the cameras for one of the heavily guarded mansions of the North. She’s even better than our hacker. Under different circumstances, we would’ve been glad to hire her.

No one could pull the trick that she pulled, and that makes her either special or dangerous, or both.

“Find out everything about her,” I told the best private investigator I had ever known.

“Her name, her origin, her pack. I want every single detail of her life, and I want it as soon as possible,” I ordered in detail. He nodded quickly and left.

She’s not a Moonstone pack member. That’s all I know. There’s something about her, maybe a cloak to hide whatever’s within.

She’s trying too hard for composure. There is more than what she shows, and she’s trying so hard to contain it, like holding water with her bare hands.

“We’ll send half our men through ships, the other half through air.” Lucian’s voice rang inside the meeting room.

The small council stands on the circular table, looking down at the map.

“We’ll meet here,” Lucian put a red flag on a certain place on the map.

“I’ll let them rest for a night or two, depending on the preparations needed for the war,” Lucian traced the map with his finger.

“And we’ll attack at nightfall,” He knocked over the Moonstone flag with his hand.

“What about the girl, Lucian?” His Uncle Lord John asked.

The room held its breath as all eyes turned to Lucian. Under the clear light illuminating his face, his steely gaze fixed on Lord John, revealing the gravity of the situation.

Lucian pressed his lips together, and after a few seconds, he opened his mouth.

“I’ll be the one to get her back. Frank will lead in front just before I ensure she’s safe. We can’t start our attack without securing her first,” he instructed. All the men at the table looked at me.

“How? I’m sure they’ll hide her well, knowing that you’re coming to their territory to get her,” Lord Drogo remarked with a smug face. My eyes narrowed in his direction.

“I have my ways, Lord Drogo,” Lucian spoke full of himself.

The old Lord scoffed at Lucian’s arrogance.

“And what would that be?” He asked quickly, slightly smirking.

“It doesn’t concern you,” Lucian stated coldly. The entire room fell into an uncomfortable silence.

“Perhaps you should focus on the war instead of Lucian, Lord Drogo. I’m confident my nephew can take care of his mate,” Lucian’s other uncle interjected.

“I’m sending my men to a war, and I’m not even allowed to ask about the plan?” Lord Drogo glared at him, clearly insulted and growing angry at Lucian’s response.

“You know the plan; that’s what we’re doing, isn’t it?” Lucian gestured toward the table.

Lord John cleared his throat to calm the stirring tempers. Lord Drogo inhaled swiftly.

“Right, forgive me, My Lord,” His apology dripped with sarcasm.

“Calm down, Sire,” I whispered when I saw his clenched jaw and fist.

“This meeting is over; we’ll resume tomorrow,” Lucian spoke coldly, ending the tension. All of them bowed and left the room, his two uncles being the last to exit, tapping his shoulders before leaving.

“Speak,” he said, his voice feeling urgent.

“Tell me how my impatience will lead us to defeat,” Lucian clarified, noticing my puzzled expression.

“Lord Drogo is…”

“A traitor,” He finished my sentence, his tone determined. I inhaled deeply.

“I received information that one of the ships that recently sailed without our knowledge belongs to him. I strongly suspect he was helping Cercei and Vienna in their escape from the North,” he continued, his gaze sharp and focused.

“This isn’t the first instance, Sire. We’ve received reports of previous occasions where he received phone calls and emails from individuals in the South,” I reported as I took my seat.

“He’ll have his punishment after the war,” Lucian stated firmly.

“We don’t have time to spare to think of a rightful punishment. Consider this an act of mercy,” he added.

“Any word from Maria?” Lucian suddenly asked. I shifted uncomfortably at the mention of her name.

“No,” I said firmly.

“Don’t you have any way to communicate with her for updates?” He asked. I gritted my teeth.

“Nothing,” I quickly replied, feeling a twinge of embarrassment.

He stared at me after I answered.

“I’m guessing she’ll only reach out after she gets her hand on Ms. Cercei,” I continued, avoiding his eyes.

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“Worse,” I cut him off, not wanting to entertain any praise for Maria’s actions.

“Impressive,” Lucian uttered. I looked at him swiftly, baffled.

“It was unpleasant but impressive. If she managed to get her back, I have a position for her,” Lucian emphasized.

“Thank you, Sire,” I said, feeling a consequence lift from my chest.

“Why are you thanking me?” He raised his brows.

I was stumped at his question, unable to form a coherent response.

“You love her,” Lucian stated the apparent truth. It wasn’t a question, so I remained silent, our eyes locked in a tense moment.

‘Yes, I indeed fell for her,’ I muttered silently.