Claiming His Luna

Remus’ POV

“He expelled me, he threw me out, he cast me away!” My daughter rushed towards me, her tears staining my chest as she cried.

“What happened?” I inquired, glancing at the guards standing behind her.

“What on earth had happened?” I redirected my question to them.

“We were forcefully expelled by Lord Lucian’s men,” one of them responded. I had anticipated that Lucian wouldn’t idly watch them wander into the city.

“Hush now,” I comforted her, my hands gently rubbing her shoulders as she sobbed uncontrollably.

“He despises me, and he adores that maid more than anything. What’s wrong with me?” She shouted in frustration. I let out a deep sigh.

“There is nothing wrong with you, my dear,” I consoled her, signaling my men to leave us alone.

“But why can’t he reciprocate my love?”

“You cannot force a man to love you, Vienna,” I uttered the harsh reality. Men seldom fall in love, but when they do, no one can come between them. I know this from personal experience. Her mother attempted to interfere in my relationship with the woman I loved, which did not end well for her.

“But I want him,” she continued weeping. While I may not have loved her mother, I certainly loved my daughter. Observing her in such distress was far from pleasing. I gritted my teeth.

“Hush, I will handle it,” I assured her, gently caressing her head. Even though I may desire you as my ally, young man, if you dare to play with both of my daughters, I will make your life a living hell.

“Will you?” She gazed at me with teary eyes.

I nodded, assuring her not to worry. I will make sure justice is served.

“Thank you, Dad,” she murmured and embraced me.

After a while, she retreated to her room to mend and cleanse herself from the ordeal. Meanwhile, I devised a plan for revenge. This plan had been delayed for far too long, but now I had found the motivation.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Initiate the plan,” I spoke into the phone.

“Understood,” my henchman replied. I hung up the phone and exhaled a cloud of smoke. With Lucian preoccupied, consumed by his desperate attempts to protect my daughter Cercei and her mother Emilia from a war I never truly intended, he had inadvertently left his vast empire in the hands of his mother and butler.

I dispatched half of my men to ambush his company and perhaps acquire a little souvenir-his precious mother. I wonder what he would offer in exchange for her safe return.

Love truly makes one foolish and blind.

It is only a matter of time before everything falls into its rightful place, with Emilia in my grasp and my two daughters maintaining my legacy.

Patience has never been my strong suit; all I have to do is wait.

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“I want all the latest bags and shoes of this season,” Vienna demanded while we were in the middle of our dinner.

“Call Bran,” I instructed, referring to her personal shopper and designer.

“I already did.”

“Then why bother telling me?” I retorted, taking a sip of my wine.

“We need your card,” she said with a smile. I shook my head and handed her a gold card.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she blew me a flying kiss. Girls can be easily swayed at times.

“Monsieur,” one of my men approached the dining table.

“Any updates on the mission?” I casually inquired, slicing my steak.

“Mission? What mission?” Vienna interjected, her eyes filled with questions as she looked at me.

The man appeared hesitant and frightened, fear evident in his eyes.

“The mission was compromised. Someone betrayed us. The Alpha’s mother is dead,” my man reported in a hushed tone. I dropped the utensils I was holding in shock.

“What?” I gasped, stunned by his revelation.

“One of our men turned against us, and he started shooting at our own men. A stray bullet struck the captive woman. The car exploded, and everyone died,” he added, avoiding my gaze. Enraged, I slammed my hands onto the table.

“Idiots!” I bellowed in anger, causing the entire mansion to tremble from the intensity of my voice. I hurled the table and everything on it in a fit of rage.

Stupid morons. I had given them a simple task, dismantling his company and taking his mother as a hostage. That was all they had to do.

“Where is the traitor?!” I demanded.

“Dead, he was in the car that exploded,” came his response, but I snapped his neck in an instant. Vienna let out a horrified scream.

Bullshit! They are a bunch of idiots! I felt my breath grow deep and heavy. My eyes started changing colours, and my claws began to lengthen.

“Who’s dead, Dad?” Vienna asked, her voice laced with fear and confusion.

“Who the fuck is dead?!” she persisted when I ignored her.

Lucian’s mother is dead, though she was meant to be taken captive, a key to securing Lucian’s loyalty. Killing her was never my intention.

“Damn it!” I hurled a vase across the room.

This is a bloody mess. I wanted to stir his anger, but not like this. Her mother is the firstborn of the Malroux pack, and now I’ve not only declared war on the Blood Moon but their entire pack, who looks up to them and serves them.

Now Lucian and anyone who stands by his side will be coming for my throat.

“The Alpha’s mother? Lucian? His mother is dead?” Vienna pieced the puzzle together, and I simply looked at her.

“You had his mother killed?!” she shouted, causing the servants to depart hastily.

“The plan wasn’t to kill her,” I responded, frustration tainting my words. I’m not a fool. Killing her is a death sentence, and now that it’s done, I’m certain Lucian will seek revenge against my entire pack.

“But she’s already dead, Dad!” she cried out in exasperation.

“I fucking know, Vienna. I fucking know!” I paced back and forth, grappling with the uncertainty of what lies ahead.

“What now?” she asked, desperation etched in her voice.

I don’t know. I don’t know. I must find allies; I cannot face this alone. Not after what has happened, not after killing his mother. He will unleash hell on us.

“Fetch Cercei,” I commanded. That’s it. She will serve as the new bait. Lucian wouldn’t let any harm occur to her.

Her life in exchange for our safety. This is a battle I cannot win; I may be desperate, but I’m not foolish. Underestimating his military might would be a grave mistake. His allies cannot be undermined, and the depth of his pain cannot be trivialised.

“Retrieve Cercei and bring her to me, and if you fail as you did with Lucian’s mother, I will bring punishment on three generations of your family,” I ordered my men.

“I will go to Lucian,” Vienna declared as she rose from her seat. I forcefully pulled her back.

“Are you foolish?! He will kill you!” I shouted, attempting to make her understand that Lucian would end her life at the mere sight of her.

“I’ll make him understand. He’ll believe me,” she retorted, displaying her naivety. I shook my head in disbelief at her delusions.

“You need to let go of your fantasies, Vienna!”