Claiming His Luna

Frank’s POV

The huge war erupted, and I stood my ground against Remus’s men, swiftly pulling my trigger. Each shot sent their lifeless bodies tumbling to the ground, giving me a twisted sense of satisfaction as the battle escalated.

The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on me as I scanned the chaotic battlefield, longing to see her by my side. Yet, Maria remained nowhere to be found.

With increasing worry and a heavy heart, I realized that Lucian had not provided the promised update. He should have signalled the detonation of the second bomb after the first, but the ominous silence hung like a shroud over the situation. Worry crept in as I pondered his well-being.

I made a choice; I had to enter the Moonstone mansion to search for Lucian myself. Amidst the chaos of gunshots and the growls of those who had transformed into wolves, I pushed forward to find them, particularly Cercei and Maria.

I kept my aim steady, taking down every MoonStone wolf blocking my path. They were easily identifiable by the white collars around their necks. However, my actions came to a sudden halt when I spotted Vienna. She pointed her gun at me, and instinctively, I raised my hands to defuse the growing confrontation.

“My lady,” I greeted, but tension lingered in the air as Vienna’s grip on her gun tightened, her red eyes burning with anger.

“I don’t want to fight with you,” I tried to reason, extending an open hand in a gesture of peace, but her stance remained firm.

“Then you will die here,” she shot back, her words dripping with venom, her head tilting as her eyes turned a sinister shade of red.

“Drop your weapon, Vienna,” another voice suddenly interrupted, interrupting the standoff. Lady Cercei, accompanied by Lady Emilia and Maria, approached us. Lady Cercei’s arrival spurred me into action.

Seeing Maria weakly hanging onto Lady Emilia’s shoulder, I rushed toward them. I took Maria into my arms, feeling a rush of relief as my worry vanished instantly. She smiled, recognizing me as I held her close.

“Where’s Dad?” Vienna shouted angrily, her gun pointed at Lady Cercei as she demanded information.

“Trapped in his own glass jail,” Lady Cercei’s response shattered the tension, revealing the dire predicament of Remus. Her tone bore a sense of sadness as she moved closer to Vienna.

“You bitch!” Vienna erupted in a burst of fury, hurling curses at Lady Cercei, her anger reaching a boiling point. She was ready to pull the trigger, but Lucian intervened just in time.

“You don’t talk to her that way,” Lucian stepped in swiftly, knocking her gun away. His voice was cold as he scolded her.

“Come with me; I’ll find a safe place for you,” I whispered to Maria, attempting to pull her away from the situation.

She shook her head instantly.

“I’m fine. I can still fight. Just give me a minute,” she stubbornly refused.

“No, you look weak,” I argued, my arms wrapped tightly around her.

“I’ve been drugged,” she swiftly revealed, and her words struck me like thunder.

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“How dare you, stealing bastard,” Vienna’s hostility surged as she pointed accusingly at Lady Cercei.

Suddenly, her men rallied behind her with evil intent.

“The man who kills anyone will be richly rewarded,” she declared, motivating the men. They began to approach with great eagerness.

As they advanced, I drew my guns and shot them. Alpha Lucian fought with me, wielding his knife, while Lady Emilia did the same.

When my bullets ran out, and the battle turned into hand-to-hand combat, I resorted to using my bare hands, but it didn’t seem to be enough. A group of Remus’s men surrounded me, and I faced them fiercely as I transformed into my wolf form. My fangs sank ruthlessly into their necks, ending their lives.

As I dealt with the last enemy, Lady Vienna pulled out a gun and aimed it at me.

She was about to pull the trigger, but someone rushed forward and redirected her hand, accidentally causing her to shoot her own ally.

It was Maria.

Vienna dropped the gun in surprise, and Maria lunged at her, launching a fierce attack.

Vienna swiftly defended herself, breaking free from Maria’s attack and throwing her to the ground. Panic surged through me as I rushed to Maria’s side. I couldn’t bear to see her hurt, and my anger flared up as I cursed Lady Vienna inwardly.

“You forget yourself, Maria,” Vienna scolded her.

“Don’t you dare hurt her, or I’ll end your life,” I snarled, my eyes burning with fury as I shifted back into my human form. I swiftly retrieved a knife from my pocket, pressing it against Vienna’s throat.

“Let her go, Frank,” Lady Cercei’s authoritative command cut through the tension. I clenched my jaw and reluctantly withdrew my knife away from her throat.

“I’ll take Maria somewhere safe,” I said, quickly spinning around, grabbing her arm, and taking the opportunity to shield her from further harm.

“Please, slow down,” Lady Cercei implored, but I kept walking, carrying Maria in my arms, distancing ourselves from the battleground.

I drove about five miles from the mansion’s gates and then stopped, conveniently parking the car nearby. Given the urgency of the situation, I quickly retrieved my emergency kit and my only focus was ensuring Maria’s well-being.

“Frank,” she called my name, her voice carrying a note of familiarity that piqued my curiosity.

I turned my gaze towards her, preparing to tend to her injuries.

“I’m sorry,” she began, and the sincerity in her voice touched me.

I continued what I was doing, pouring alcohol onto a cotton ball, ready to tend to her wounds.

“I’m sorry, I lied,” she confessed further. My hands stilled briefly, waiting for her revelation.

“About what?” I asked, my expression stern and my brows furrowed.

Maria hesitated, finding it difficult to put her thoughts into words.

“Then you are not forgiven,” I declared, disposing of the used cotton ball and closing my medical kit.

“I am Maria Sinclair,” she uttered, finally revealing her secret, her voice trembling with the weight of her confession.

‘Sinclair? Did I hear it right?’ I pondered.

“I am the heir to my pack, and I was trained to be an assassin,” she continued her words, a confession of her past.

“Sinclair?” I repeated her family name loudly, myriad emotions swirling inside my heart. She nodded, her gaze downcast.

The Sinclairs are one of the most powerful families in the world, with a long history of strong Alphas. Their name carries immense power, legacy, and influence. My eyes widened at this revelation.

“Why are you a servant?” I asked, wanting to understand more. She closed her eyes, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

“I was a coward,” she admitted, her voice breaking as her tears fell freely.

“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to see the world if I had such responsibility that I wouldn’t enjoy my life. I was scared of the expectations, scared of ruling. So, I ran away from my pack,” she confessed. Her guilt and remorse were clear.

“I know it’s stupid,” she added, and I shook my head emphatically.

“No, you’re not,” I assured her, gently brushing away her tears with my thumb.

“But I’m still Maria, the servant woman you once thought you hated,” she said, trying to wipe away her tears gently, her lips forming a slight smile. I only stared at her, my expression serious.

“No matter who you are, you taught me how to love you, and titles don’t change that,” I confessed, telling my feelings to her.

“You love me?” Maria’s surprise and vulnerability shone through her eyes.

“I love you, Maria Sinclair,” I declared, pouring my heart into every word.

“I love you more, Frank Seymour,” she uttered a sincere promise as we sealed it with a heartfelt kiss.

At this moment, despite the chaos and our shared injuries, with the echoes of war just five miles away, we embraced each other, lost in a passionate kiss.

“I’ll be Maria Sinclair again; this time, I won’t be scared,” she vowed between our kisses.

No matter the path she chose or the challenges ahead, I knew that I would stand by her side, offering her my unyielding love and support.