Claiming His Luna

Vienna’s POV

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would be forced to confront the monstrous truth about my own father? The man I once wanted to believe was loving just turned out to be a far darker figure than I had ever imagined.

I had witnessed it, the way he looked at his maid, the unsettling obsession that tainted his treatment of her. It disgusted me to no end. When Sir Henrì met his end that night, I overheard snippets of Emilia’s words, but I knew deep down what she had implied. I simply lacked the courage to face the reality.

For too long, I had been in denial about my father’s crimes, clinging to the illusion of his righteousness. He was right; I had been living in a state of willful ignorance, turning a blind eye to his violent and abusive nature.

My resentment towards Cercei was no secret; I harboured anger towards her for everything. Yet, what I despised most was her appearance, the fact that we shared similar features. It was a constant insult, her being a mere servant while I, the heir to vast wealth and a strong pack, bore the burden of our resemblance.

As I grew older, I couldn’t ignore the glaring truth any longer, the reason for our similarities extended beyond mere coincidence. It became painfully evident that my father held a disgusting interest in his maid, and I chose to overlook it, resorting to denial instead.

And now, he disclosed the shocking truth in a ruthless way that shattered any hope I had in him. I had no option but to comply with his demands and travel to the North.

I would never have set foot in this place if it were up to me. The pain of knowing Lucian had chosen Cercei over me still seared inside my thoughts, and now my father expected me to form a bond with my sister.

Is this some kind of hell, my inner self screaming in anguish as reality proves far worse than any of my fears?

Of course, upon arriving at the North, I found myself surrounded by men guarding every corner. I was taken immediately.

The plan was set in motion, and we arrived at a mansion nestled in a breathtaking garden that resembled a winter wonderland. The snow-capped trees exuded a Christmas-like aura, which oddly contrasted with the tension in the air.

“What are you doing here?” Lucian’s voice cut through the silence, his gaze piercing and stern. He was like a perfectly sculpted statue, seemingly placid by my presence.

“I come in peace,” I replied, raising my hands in a feeble attempt to appear vulnerable. As expected, he saw through my act, showing no emotion on his face.

“Don’t fuck with me, Vienna,” he reprimanded firmly.

“I want to see my sister,” I stated directly, scoffing when I didn’t witness a flicker of surprise on his face.

“You knew, right?” I questioned, though it wasn’t seeking an answer but rather a confirmation. He remained silent, and that silence spoke the truth. It seemed everyone could sense the truth at a mere glance, or perhaps the truth was revealed when he kidnapped two of our servants.

“Why are you here?” He repeated his question more forcefully, his authority demanding a straightforward response. My throat ran dry, and I found myself doubting my once-honed skills in lying and acting.

Why is this so difficult? I’m good at this, yet I didn’t even know how to answer his question. My father had forced me into this, and that thought echoed in my mind, yet my lips remained sealed.

“I want to see my sister,” I reiterated, emphasising my words with intensity.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The painful truth finally struck me that the woman I hated was actually my sister. The realisation settled in, and the yearning I had always harboured for a sibling emerged. I grew up alone, and perhaps that was the reason behind my constant craving for attention.

I can’t say I’m thrilled about it; acknowledging her as my sister doesn’t change the way I feel about her.

She stole my fiancé, shattered my engagement, and disrupted every damn ball held in our mansion. She always sought to be the center of attention, trying too hard to seize the spotlight.

She stood before me, seemingly weak and innocent, pretending to be all good and pure, trying to be the chosen one. I despised her now more than ever as if my hatred for her hadn’t been intense enough before.

My entire life had been a competition with her, and now she had been granted the damn chance to fight back. Initially, it had merely been about our similar looks, but now I wondered, what more could she strip away from me?

She had already taken the man I liked and stolen my father’s attention. What else did she desire? My throne? My birthright? The company and the packs?

Surely she wasn’t foolish enough to want that, but if she did, I would give her a battle she would never forget. She may be my father’s daughter, but she was nothing more than a half-blood with no claim to the Crescent name. She would never be one of us.

Her very existence seemed dedicated to vexing me. I loathed her, her mother, and my father. No one deserves my trust, not even the person who raised me.

“I want to know her further,” I expressed, the words almost causing me to puke. I knew her all too well already-weak, naive, and foolish, that’s what she was.

Too feeble for the crown, too fragile for the world, too kind-hearted to rule, too innocent to lead. She had nothing compared to me. I had attended an elite school, trained by the finest teachers, and accumulated invaluable experience. I was equipped with all the knowledge and skills required to be a true Alpha. I was destined to triumph, while she was destined to serve me.

Once this charade was over and my father had done his petty revenge, she and her mother would be out of the picture. It would be just me and my father, as it had always been.

And as for you, my dear sister, I will have my revenge on you. You have inflicted countless wrongs on me, taking everything away, and I’m delighted to return the favour.

I will make you trust me, and when the moment is right, I will destroy you mercilessly, slowly, and intimately until you are left with nothing.

“I beg you, please let me see her,” I pleaded again, lowering myself to my knees and letting tears cascade down my face. I wore a smile on my lips as my tears hit the floor. I hadn’t lost my skills, I knew exactly how to act pitifully to gain people’s trust.