Claiming His Luna

Lucian’s POV

“She and her mother currently live in Dinan, staying with Melanie Debois, her mother’s sister. Melanie is the owner of a building with multiple floors. One floor accommodates a tailoring shop, while another serves as a lovely café,” Frank informed me.

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“She’s adjusting,” Frank replied.

After that unfortunate night, she and her mother were forcefully kicked out of the MoonStone mansion.

The Crescents have been searching extensively for them worldwide, but I carefully misled their pursuit. It was clever of them to move to a nearby town, just three towns away. The Crescents would have expected them to seek refuge in a distant location, maybe even on the other side of the world.

I called off the wedding. Lord Remus was displeased, especially Vienna. She blames the servant girl, Cercei.

I thought I had found my true love, my mate. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Frank had every reason to doubt my convictions. On the night she attended to us, I was inexplicably captivated by her presence. Her scent alone sent a shiver down my spine. She felt strangely familiar as if we had crossed paths before.

And when our hands touched, everything became clear. It had been her all along. The woman from the cave and the woman from the cabin.

I had foolishly mistaken her for Vienna, as they bear a slight resemblance. However, she has a softer appearance and an aura of innocence that radiates purity.

With her long, wavy hair, captivating emerald-green eyes, and petite figure, it was truly her. How could I have been so blind as to overlook such an obvious truth and mistakenly assume it was Vienna?

Rage consumed me, knowing that I was the one who had made the grave mistake, yet Vienna had willingly played along, never correcting or denying my assumption. She had taken advantage of my foolishness and deceitfully perpetuated the charade.

When Vienna subjected Ceicie’s mother to mistreatment, the desperate plea in her eyes remained imprinted in my mind. She begged me to intervene, to protect her. Though I understood that I couldn’t interfere easily, at that moment, I was ready to tear the world apart just to fulfil her desires.

But Lord Remus intervened before I could act, putting an end to the chaos and banishing them from the estate. I instructed my men to stay with them but remain hidden while I stayed behind, breaking the connection I suppose to establish with the Crescent.

“The wedding is cancelled,” I stated with an empty tone.

Both of them were still reeling from the turmoil. Vienna sat on the couch, her hair dishevelled and her dress stained with blood, though it wasn’t hers.

As soon as my words hung in the air, her gaze locked onto mine, and she abruptly stood up.

“Lucian.” She called my name hastily.

“The wedding is off,” I repeated. Lord Remus turned his gaze towards me while Vienna shook her head, tears flowing again.

“My lord, I beg your forgiveness for what happened, but you must carefully consider…”

“I no longer wish to marry your daughter, Lord Remus,” I declared. His lips tightened, and his expression grew dark with anger.

“We made a deal,” he bellowed.

“Please, remind me of the specific terms of our arrangement, My Lord,” I challenged him, meeting his gaze defiantly.

“You were to marry my daughter, your mate, and together we would establish a powerful and secure empire,” he declared, his conviction unwavering. I couldn’t help but offer a sardonic smile.

“Ah, you see, the core of the matter lies in your initial statement,” I sharply retorted, pacing back and forth, my impatience evident.

“I will marry my mate, and let me make it clear, it is not your daughter,” I stated with utmost seriousness, leaving no room for ambiguity.

His brows furrowed in offence while Vienna continued to weep. She walked up to her father and huddled in his chest.

“What? Say that again, if you dare,” Lord Remus sneered, his contempt evident upon hearing my words.

“She lied to me, pretending to be my mate. She fooled me!” I bluntly declared, speaking the painful truth. Vienna couldn’t even meet my gaze.

“If it’s not my daughter, then who is it?” he demanded to know, his voice dripping with contempt.

“That, My Lord, is no longer any of your concern,” I responded coldly, breaking any remaining ties with cruel finality.

“Thank you for your hospitality, My Lord,” I uttered motionlessly before leaving.

Vienna hurriedly approached me, tears streaming down her face. She tightly clung to my arm. I stood still, unmoved by her actions.

“Lucian, please don’t do this,” she pleaded, embracing me tightly as I remained unresponsive. Lord Remus tried to intervene and separate us.

“Let me go, Vienna,” I demanded, my voice firm. However, she refused to release her grip, her tears soaking my shoulders. Her father’s efforts to pull her away proved futile.

“No, Dad, no!” she wailed, refusing to let me go.

“Please stay. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. I promise, let’s get married,” she desperately pleaded. Disgusted by her desperation, I forcefully broke free from her hold.

“Keep some dignity,” I stated plainly, my voice devoid of emotion.

“Is it because of her?” she shouted at me as I walked away. I chose not to respond, continuing my departure without turning back.

“You will come back to me, Lucian, I promise you that!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing in the distance.

During my brief stay in that mansion, I witnessed the depths of Vienna’s vindictiveness. By calling off the agreement and cancelling the wedding, I disrespected them profoundly and subjected them to intense shame, considering the grand engagement celebration we had once shared.

People would ask questions, not to mention the family drama they displayed.

While dealing with all of that, I took the opportunity to investigate and had Forbes follow.

The Crescents may be occupied with media inquiries and concealing their actions, but I know they have people searching for them.

I felt remorseful for everything. I understand that that incident wouldn’t have occurred if it weren’t for me. She wouldn’t have spilled anything and attracted anyone’s attention. Her presence caught me off guard, I disrupted her work, and now it’s my fault that they’re homeless.

Thus, I resolved to ensure her safety, ensuring she remained concealed from Vienna’s attention. Now that I’ve confirmed she’s the one, without any mistake this time, I had her thoroughly investigated. I want to discover every detail of her life.

It’s not just guilt motivating me to protect her, it’s also instinct. A man must protect his woman no matter what. She’s in the city, enjoying and exploring her life, and I intend to maintain it that way for as long as possible.