Claiming His Luna

Lucian’s POV

“I’m going to kill you!” Her little threats were nothing short of endearing. She made a vain attempt to approach me, but I effortlessly glided to the far side of the pool.

One amusing revelation about her tonight was her inability to swim; she could swim a bit, yes, but not when the water ran deep.

Here we find ourselves, at the rear of my grand mansion, the pool serving as the sole witness to our private moments. Since that unforeseen intrusion into my office, where she wielded a firearm pointed in my direction, an unusual bond has blossomed between us.

I took her so many times, but I still can’t get enough. She has captured my heart repeatedly, and yet, I find myself greedy. After losing my mother and Cercei’s sudden disappearance, I vowed never to fall into an affection spell again. Alas, my strength has crumbled, leaving me entangled in an even more potent passion. I would willingly move mountains for her.

“Come back, I don’t know how to swim,” she exclaimed with emphasis, accompanied by a pout that stirred affection inside my heart. I know she would rather drown me if I were to draw near, but who am I to resist those enchanting puppy eyes?

With measured strokes, I approached her, fully aware of what she had in mind for me. As expected, she playfully “drowned” me.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“Caught you,” she grinned, seizing my hand. Her arms quickly circled my neck while I kissed her lips tenderly.

“You have me entirely,” I replied, a smile gracing my features as our foreheads touched. Her giggles filled the air like the sweetest of tunes.

“I really love how your pool is lit up underwater,” she remarked, gesturing towards the lights beneath the water’s surface.

“Hmm,” I murmured, my hands securely cradling her waist in an enjoying embrace.

“But I think pink would look even more beautiful than blue,” she murmured while I nestled my face into her neck. The comforting warmth of her presence made me feel like I had found my true home, a place I never wished to leave.

“Hmm,” was all I mustered in response, my attention momentarily distracted. She playfully smacked my arms when she noticed I wasn’t listening.

“What?” I groaned, my voice muffled against her skin.

“I suggested that adding pink lights would make it look really nice.” she reiterated.

“Consider it done by tomorrow,” I replied lazily, utterly captivated by her voice, which caused pleasant vibrations against my cheek as she spoke.

“And your tiles are a bit slippery,” she continued her critique of my pool’s design while I struggled to fully understand her words. I found myself lost in the mesmerising sound of her voice.

“I’ll choke to death the engineer who design this one first thing tomorrow,” I joked, and she responded with a chuckle while playfully tugging my hair.

“Ouch,” I pouted playfully.

“You’re such a drama king,” she shook her head, and I couldn’t help but smile at her. In return, she pinched my nose.

“I really like our time together,” she eventually remarked after a brief silence.

I remained silent, tightening my embrace around her. Indeed, I shared the sentiment. I loved these intimate moments with her.

“Do you often swim here?” she inquired, and I shook my head.

“Not often, but occasionally,” I answered honestly. My schedule had been overwhelmingly occupied in recent months, leaving little room for personal plans.

“Why not?” Her curiosity shone through her voice.

“I’m occupied,” I simply stated. The truth was, I seldom found time for myself, let alone leisurely swims.

“But weren’t you busy now?” she prompted further.

“I’m busy being with you,” I grinned, planting a tender peck on her lips. She rolled her eyes in response, but a smile radiated from her lips to her eyes.

“That’s why you have many admirers pursuing you because of your sweet tongue,” she remarked playfully.

“What?” I pretended innocent, provoking her to pinch my arms playfully.

“Don’t play dumb,” she pouted, poking my cheek.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I swiftly denied, though I couldn’t deny the attention I received from other women. Despite the flattering interest, there was only one woman I desired to be my wife, my Queen, my mate, whom I cherished wholeheartedly.

“Tsk,” she rolled her eyes again. When did she acquire such sassiness? I recalled her being soft-spoken and reserved, yet this new version of her was undeniably enchanting. The added attitude was simply adorable.

“Tsk,” I mimicked her playfully, eliciting a laugh from her as she pinched me once more.

“I’m sorry,” she suddenly whispered.

“For what?” I inquired, my heart softening at the sight of her red, sorrowful eyes.

“For leaving you,” her confession filled with heavy emotions lingering in the air.

“I’m sorry, too, for letting you feel the need to run. It should be my duty to make you feel safe,” I consoled her, gently patting her back. I scolded myself for my foolishness, not being vigilant enough. Vienna had infiltrated the city without my knowledge, and she was right under my nose. Despite surrounding the city with my men, I still failed to protect her, and I couldn’t blame her. I had vowed to protect her, and even though Vienna didn’t intend to harm her, what if she had? I couldn’t bear the thought of such a result and the burden of such responsibility crushing me instantly.

“No, don’t place the blame on yourself, Lucian,” she asserted, shaking her head frantically.

“I only wanted to protect you from harm,” she added sincerely. But I should have been the one saying that.

“This wasn’t your battle initially; Monsieur was after us. When he discovered that you were protecting us, he grew furious and ambushed your mother,” she whispered the last part.

“I knew it would happen. I knew that you would inevitably be affected by the conflict between us, sooner or later, but I was selfish and wanted you to be by my side. And now, you’ve lost your mother,” her voice cracked, tears brimming in her eyes, on the brink of spilling over.

“Shh,” I comforted, pulling her close to my chest.

“Don’t blame yourself, my love,” I whispered, tenderly wiping the tears from her eyes.

“It’s not your fault that Remus is a monster,” I stated firmly. My plan to hold Remus accountable was firm.

“It’s not your fault. Remus went too far in trying to threaten me and make me his ally. I will make him pay for everything he has done to you and to me,” I am so sorry, my love, but even if he’s your father, I will make him suffer in hell. I vowed silently.

“I never wanted to leave,” she cried, her sobs racking her fragile form. I gently caressed her head.

“I cried the night I left, you know. I missed you terribly, but I thought it was for the best,” she explained once more.

“Being separated from you is never a good feeling,” she continued, and I knew her confession was genuine. Yet, even with the purest intentions, the separation was unbearable for both of us. I couldn’t function without her; she had become an integral part of my life, intertwined with my very being. Without her, I felt incomplete, utterly useless.

“Don’t ever leave me again; I could never forgive you,” I whispered. My heart revealed the truth about my feelings.

I couldn’t endure it a second time; the pain of our previous separation had been unbearable. I felt like losing my mind was likely possible if that happened again. She was mine, and I was hers; we had shared countless intimate moments. Now, as she cradled in my arms, I felt a sense of healing and comfort.

My plan for revenge was in motion, and with her mother safe under my protection, Remus was already facing the consequences as his company fell apart. The victory was close, and as I held her close, I cherished the fact that she was with me, providing love and strength to my life.