Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 13

Cecilia

Yvonne was already waiting at the practice range when I arrived, lounging against a golf cart with effortless confidence. She wore a canary yellow one-piece sports dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, the hem just short enough to tease. Her sun-kissed skin glowed under the light, and her long. honey-blonde waves tumbled over her shoulders like something out of a shampoo commercial. She looked like a walking summer fantasy-bold, radiant, and utterly unapologetic.

Her eyes swept over me, and her perfectly arched brow lifted in playful disapproval. “Oh, honey,” she said, lips curling into a smirk. “Why don’t you just throw on a turtleneck while you’re at it?”

I smiled faintly. “I’m here for a job interview, not to get picked up.”

Honestly, I thought I looked just fine. I’d chosen a fitted light blue sports set that showed off my figure without being showy, tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, and kept my makeup minimal-glowy skin, defined eyes, and nothing too flashy. I looked composed, clean, and ready-professional enough for a business meeting, even if it came disguised as a golf game.

Yvonne tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Sweetie, men are visual creatures,” she said, voice low and knowing. “Even wolfweres-especially Alpha wolves.”

“If Sebastian simply wanted a pretty face as his secretary, the position wouldn’t

still be vacant, ” I countered.

“Being beautiful and capable aren’t mutually exclusive, darling.” Yvonne playfully poked my side. “Lucky for you, 1 brought an extra outfit. We’re about the same size-you can borrow it.”

Before I could protest, she dragged me to the changing room, her determination leaving no room for argument. Since I needed her introduction to Sebastian, I couldn’t exactly refuse her well-intentioned help.

When I emerged from the changing room, I looked like a completely different person-a sexy wildcat ready to prowl. The white sleeveless top hugged my curves while the black pleated mini skirt barely covered my thighs, showcasing my long, creamy legs. The outfit emphasized every curve of my body in ways that would make most men lose their minds.

“Oh. My. God!” Yvonne gasped dramatically, covering her mouth in exaggerated shock. “Cecilia, you’ve been hiding all this under those boring suits? Xavier really is a fool to let you go. What could Cici possibly have that you don’t?” I automatically ignored the latter part of her comment. Instead, 1 stared anxiously at my reflection. Would Alpha Sebastian think I was trying to seduce him? That wasn’t the impression I wanted to make with the most powerful Alpha in Port City.

“Yvonne, I think-”

“Shh.” She silenced me with a gesture as she pulled out her phone to answer a call. “Mr. Chu? You and Alpha Sebastian are already there? We’ll be right over.” With that call, my window of opportunity to change back into my original outfit closed. We headed out to meet with the men.

“Yvonne, have you ever met Sebastian before?” I asked during our cart ride.

“Once, actually. I was about six when my parents took me to the Black family home for New Year’s. Sebastian was still young then-pale skin, chubby cheeks, absolutely adorable. After my family’s financial troubles, we never visited again.”

“I see…” I murmured, my mind conjuring an image of a plump, pale-skinned boy like a steamed bun.

The golf cart turned a corner, and a vast expanse of green opened before us. In the distance stood a forest surrounding a lake, and closer to us were two men in sportswear engaged in conversation.

My eyes locked onto one of them, and I felt my pupils dilate with shock.

Mr. Chu was easy to recognize in his navy polo and khaki pants. But it was the man beside him who seized my attention like a lightning strike. He was tall-half a head taller than Mr. Chu. Dressed in crisp white from collar to cuff, the fabric clung to his broad shoulders and tapered cleanly along his torso, emphasizing a body honed for strength and control.

Even at a distance, his posture radiated command. When he turned slightly, the sun caught his profile-and for a second, he didn’t look real. His features were sharp, chiseled like marble, but animated by something far more primal. Not merely handsome-he was arresting. Otherworldly. The kind of face you didn’t forget, even if you wanted to.

My vision swam for a beat as recognition-the man who was rear-ended

“Alpha Sebastian!” I heard Yvonne’s excited whisper beside me. “God, he looks nothing like he did as a child. When did he get so tall and gorgeous? I’m having a serious fangirl moment here!”

“T’m doomed,” I muttered under my breath.

“You too? Did you just fall in love at first sight? I wouldn’t blame you-he’s absolutely divine!”

My expression probably looked worse than if rd been crying.

The cart came to a stop. Both men turned to acknowledge our arrival.

Mr. Chu smiled and waved, his eyes lingering on me with undisguised appreciation. Sebastian’s initial surprise vanished in an instant, replaced by an icy demeanor that made him seem completely unapproachable.

Sebastian sat down, and I hurriedly opened a water bottle and handed it to him, eager to make a good impression.

He stared at my hand for several seconds before accepting the bottle. However, he simply placed it on the table without drinking.

1 felt another wave of disappointment wash over me. No chance.

“Cecilia, who claims this is our first meeting,” Sebastian began while elegantly wiping sweat from his brow with a wet wipe, “you’ve gone to such lengths to meet me. I hope you’re not just interested in my measurements.” His tone was casual, but his words cut like a knife.

[A double insult in one sentence.]

I pressed my lips together, considering my response carefully. “Saying it was our first meeting was a slip of the tongue. When I asked Liam about you… it was because I accidentally stained your suit and wanted to buy you a replacement.”

“As for why I wanted to meet you today, I heard you’re looking for a secretary.” I honestly told him the real purpose of my coming here.

Sebastian put down the wet wipe and stated bluntly, “You’re not suitable.” With that, he stood up and walked toward the forest behind us.

Being rejected without even being asked a single question ignited a spark of defiance in me.

He stood up ,and I didn’t hesitate to catch up. The forest held its breath around us-silent, watchful.

His white shirt gleamed in the shifting light, a ghost between shadow and sun.

I told myself as 1 walked: I’m not here to beg for a chance, I’m here to win recognition.