Claiming His Luna

Emilia’s POV

In solemn agreement, Lord Red and I forged an alliance, uniting an emotion of hatred and suffering to get revenge.

I no longer seek refuge in hiding, perpetually fleeing behind the comfort of dark shadows. The exact time to take action has come.

“Do you truly want to pursue this plan?” Lucian inquired, to which I responded with a knowing smile.

You have no clue, Lucian. This is a long-awaited revenge, I silently declared.

“This is dangerous,” he uttered from behind me as I busied myself with zipping my bag shut.

“My life was never safe, to begin with,” I retorted briefly.

“What about Cercei? How will she accept this?” He broached the subject with caution, fully aware that my daughter would likely disapprove if she were present.

“She will understand me later,” I strived to reassure him, just as I hoped Cercei would understand once she learned the reasons behind my decision.

Rather than indulging in idleness and tormenting Lucian for yielding to my desires, I decided to help him in his scheme, for we both share the same cause. Presenting him with my plan, he agreed instantly.

Remus would never suspect it; he believes I am a captive here when all I’ve done since my arrival is torment Lucian, albeit under my daughter’s name.

“If anything happened to you, it would shatter her,” He now sounded genuinely concerned. I stared at him, aware of the immense risk, yet compelled to do this for Henrì, Cercei, and myself.

“I’ll be alright,” I tapped his shoulder, and he met my eyes, slowly nodding. A warm smile graced my lips.

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Once more, I tapped his shoulder in gratitude and acknowledgment.

“Whether sooner or later, Cercei will undoubtedly come here looking for me. Please keep her safe while I am away,” I instructed him as I gathered my belongings.

“Take care, Aunt Emilia,” Maria said, her tears flowing silently as she stood by the door. Once I approached her, she enfolded me in a tight hug, and I returned the embrace, gently tapping her back.

“Come back, okay?” she pleaded through her tears. I chuckled, my own eyes welling up, and nodded.

“I promise, my dear, I promise,” I assured her as we parted.

The plan is straightforward, to strike. Just as Remus’s men had attacked and razed Lucian’s company, we would do the same, with me at the helm.

In my youth, I was one of Malroux’s most skilled spies, trained as a warrior together with my sister. I had slain numerous enemies and faced many evil beings. Then, I encountered Henrì, and that changed everything. I abandoned my previous life to be with him, concealing my abilities from everyone in that mansion-my daughter and even my husband.

I assumed the guise of weakness and vulnerability, knowing that displaying strength would only invite challenges and breed chaos. I had already outgrown those rough times, so I chose silence, yearning to leave my violent past behind.

However, fate had other plans. I was raped by their Alpha, that monstrous being. Even then, I refrained from fighting back, fear gripping me tightly. I dreaded him discovering my true origins, revealing the darkness of my past to Henrì, and possibly pushing Henrì to abandon me. I feared the power difference, knowing that, despite my rigorous training, an Alpha’s strength and power can only be matched by another Alpha. Engaging in battle would have paid little difference, only causing further devastation.

But now, fear no longer restrains me. Life has stripped away my cowardice.

I, accompanied by half of Lucian’s men, travelled West. Time was of the essence; the moment we set foot in the West, the attack had to commence immediately. We couldn’t afford to allow them to anticipate our arrival and prepare, lest the element of surprise be lost.

As we reached our destination, I transformed into my wolf form, dispatching every enemy wolf that crossed my path. One wolf fell to my jaws, and its life was extinguished as I severed its pulse. The sight of blood only ignited an intense fire inside my heart.

Remus’s forces were defeated, the building now encircled by our men. The majority of his guards lay lifeless.

I let out a resounding howl, joined by the chorus of others. I had forgotten how refreshing it felt to kill, but in that moment, I felt revitalised.

Suddenly, I was thrown off the wall as someone launched an attack on me. I growled in response, finding myself encircled by three massive wolves, each pacing around me menacingly.

Amidst the chaos of battle, the first wolf lunged at me with its fangs bared. Swiftly, I evaded, but its companion attacked from behind with razor-sharp claws. Yet, I proved my skills by taking them down with calculated movement-fangs meeting fangs, paws clashing with claws. Despite my skill, one managed to inflict a painful gash on my skin, but I retaliated instantly, ending its life by tearing into its neck. Two were down, and only one enemy remained standing. He hesitated, then fled in fear. Or so I thought. As I scanned the surroundings, all that remained were countless lifeless bodies and me, naked and drenched in blood while catching my breath.

Returning to my human form, I walked past the fallen MoonStone guards. They fought valiantly but ultimately fell short. I picked up a phone from the floor and dialed their boss, Remus.

“Imbeciles! I’ve been trying to reach you for minutes. Report on the company now!” His voice, laced with desperation, echoed through the line as he answered.

“I’ve missed you too, Remus,” I taunted, enjoying his silence on the other end. I could imagine his shocked face right at this moment.

“Emilia,” he uttered my name slowly, realisation dawned on him.

“Surprise!” I greeted him cheerfully, though my eyes blazed with anger, unrevealed to him at the other end.

“What have you done?” he demanded, seething.

I glanced around, smiling at the scene while he was on the verge of hatred.

“Can’t explain over the phone. Come see for yourself,” I invited him cheerfully.

“But wait, you can’t. This place will probably be in ashes by then,” I added with a devilish smile, knowing he couldn’t witness the destruction.

“You…” he trailed off, seething with rage.

“Mission report, this place will soon burn down,” I declared, and right on cue, the first bomb detonated. Hundreds more followed suit, unleashing a symphony of destruction.

“Hear that, Monsieur? I will burn you next,” I snarled, filled with determination.

I envisioned a horrifying end for him, vowing to plant a bomb on his very mouth, standing before him as his skin scattered into the air. I swore to make his death a brutality that even the devil himself would send me to hell after that.

With a final act of defiance, I hung up the phone and turned my back on the crumbling building. The flames devoured it completely, and the bombs sang a satisfying melody to my ears.

Mission accomplished.