Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 115

Cecilia

“Of course not. I understand,” I said with a perfectly practiced smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.

Beta Sawyer nodded in agreement. “I have no objections either.”

As if our opinions mattered.

Alpha Sebastian had always done exactly as he pleased-that was simply how things worked in his world.

I watched as his gaze darkened slightly, lingering on my face for a moment too long.

He could probably see right through my fake smile.

After what felt like an eternity, he waved his hand dismissively. “Both of you may go.” Beta Sawyer and I turned to leave, almost reaching the door when Alpha Sebastian’s commanding voice stopped us.

“We’ll be working late tonight. Beta Sawyer, order dinner. Cecilia, bring your laptop to my office shortly.”

We both froze in our tracks.

Seriously? This high-energy day wasn’t over yet?

wondered if Vice President Wiley had left the building-l could use one of those heart pills right about now.

Once outside, Beta Sawyer leaned toward me. “Prepare yourself mentally,” he whispered.

“Based on his usual overtime habits, don’t expect to leave before midnight.”

I smiled thinly. “I don’t mind working late.”

What I minded was working late with him.

I massaged my temples, feeling the psychological pressure mounting.

In a desperate attempt to stay alert, I downed another cup of coffee, ignoring my stomach’s immediate protest.

Author

As twilight fell over Denver, the city lights began to twinkle outside the windows of Silver Peak Pack headquarters, illuminating the urban landscape below.

Beta Sawyer returned with the food and arranged them in the break area.

“Call Cecilia to join us for dinner,” Alpha Sebastian instructed casually, not looking up from his documents.

“Right away,” Beta Sawyer responded, heading toward Cecilia’s office.

When he extended the invitation, Cecilia’s expression twisted uncomfortably. “Actually…

I’m on a diet,” she offered lamely.

Beta Sawyer gave her a knowing look-who would willingly choose to eat with their intimidating boss?

“You should eat something,” he advised. “Otherwise, he’ll ask questions.”

Cecilia

The break room was stifling, the silence between the three of us thick and heavy.

I pushed a piece of roasted chicken around my plate, the sight of it making my already knotted stomach turn.

That earlier coffee was a mistake, a sour, anxious pool in my gut.

His gaze-intense and always watching-felt like a physical weight on my barely touched food.

“Not hungry tonight, Cecilia?”

Alpha Sebastian’s voice cut through the quiet. I flinched internally.

Just play along, I told myself. “Just a bit. I had a granola bar earlier,” I lied, the words teeling flimsy.

To prove the point, I carved out a too-big bite of chicken and forced it down.

It was like chewing on cardboard, each swallow a conscious, difficult effort against my rebellious stomach.

The pressure in my abdomen tightened like a vise.

Why are you doing this? a voice screamed in my head. Since when do you perform for him Like a trained pet?

The self-annoyance was sharp and sudden.

I dropped my fork with a clatter that was probably too loud. I’m full. Please, continue without me.”

I didn’t wait for a response.

I rose so quickly my chair legs scraped the floor, and I headed straight for the sanctuary of my office.

Back in my office, I sipped water to settle my stomach, but it only made things worse.

Each swallow felt like it might trigger the gag reflex that stubbornly refused to activate.

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