Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136 Morning After Madness

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Let’s get one thing clea Alpha Sebastian didn’t just kiss–he launched a full–scale campaign.

If kissing were an Olympic sport, he wasn’t aiming for a bronze.

The man was going for gold, world record, and a Wheaties box feature all in one go.

His kiss was the kind that came with a warning label: may cause spontaneous memory loss, temporary inability to stand upright, and a strong desire to make questionable decisions.

Cecilia had thought she was signing up for a lakeside stroll and maybe some flirty banter. PG–13 at

most.

Instead, she found herself pressed up against pure temptation in tailored black, his scent a heady

cocktail.

And she was all in.

She tried to murmur something that maybe resembled a protest–probably something responsible

like “Wait” or “We should talk“-but all that came out was a weak exhale that he promptly captured

and turned into the next act of whatever dark romance novel he was currently starring in.

Somewhere deep inside, her rational brain flailed like a car alarm in the distance. But the rest of

her? Fully subscribed and auto–renewed.

One hand tangled in her hair, the other slid down to her waist with surgical precision, and–God

help her–found the clasp of her bra like he’d mapped it out in advance.

Every kiss that trailed down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone left a trail of heat so potent she briefly

believed in reincarnation, just to come back and do this again.

Her brain? Fried.

She fought back the only way she could–by yanking his stupidly perfect hair and biting his bottom

lip.

Alpha Sebastian didn’t back off–not even close.

He growled. Softly. Like a warning or a promise. Or both.

She slid her hand under his shirt, fingertips skating across warm, solid muscle and the kind of abs that made you rethink every carb you ever loved.

She didn’t know if she was seducing him or just trying to keep her balance on a metaphorical

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emotional rollercoaster.

And then–just as her pulse broke the sound barrier–he stopped her.

Stopped. Her

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Alpha Sebastian, in full dominant mode, caught her wrist with a grip that was gentle but final. The

kind of touch that said, “I could, but I won’t. Not yet.”

He dropped his forehead to her shoulder, chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon uphill in boots

and secrets.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. His jaw clenched. Every inch of him screamed restraint.

In another timeline, they’d have gone full scandal.

There’d be grainy photos, headlines, maybe a podcast.

But in this one, he hit the brakes.

When he finally looked up, Cecilia was flushed, dazed, lips kiss–swollen and glistening like some

moonlit fever dream.

His voice came out rough, low, and 100% not FDA–approved.

Finally, he looked up. Cecilia’s cheeks were pink, lips swollen and glistening in the moonlight. His

voice came out rough, barely above a growl. “If we go any further, you’ll have to negotiate new

terms with me.”

New terms?

She blinked, adorable confusion written all over her face. “So… uh… how much would that cost? Is

this going to set me back a mortgage payment?”

The silence that followed was thick enough to butter toast.

Alpha Sebastian’s eyes darkened, a homing beacon for incoming storms.

He didn’t answer. Just zipped up her dress with surgical precision, straightened her hair with a

maddening gentleness, and then–classic Alpha Sebastian–left the boat like a man who’d just

walked out of a very confusing hostage negotiation…

Cecilia

Fast–forward thirty painfully awkward minutes.

We’re back at the hotel. If shame burned calories, I’d be shredded by now.

I plastered myself against the elevator wall like roadkill, hair in my face to hide the wreckage.

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boor guy stepped in, took one look, and just about pushed the emergency button.

blame him.

Thehe free on my floor, I staggered into the hallway, making zigzags like a Roomba gone rogue.

to my room, I realized I’d overshot my destination and had to circle back like a bad sitcom

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Alpha Sebastian called behind me. He didn’t let go, instead pressed a bag into my hand.” got this. Wasn’t cheap. Don’t lose it again.”

The damn COST word again. I could feel my soul catching fire.

he bag, not trusting myself to look up, and half–jogged to my room.

let gravity have its way: the bag plummeted from my arms and I drifted through the living ke a sleepwalking zombie, doing laps around the coffee table.

if I moved fast enough, the laws of shame wouldn’t catch me.

up face–planted on the sofa, brain officially unplugged.

iverse chose that moment to send in Harper–my best friend, badass lawyer, general

r control.

her voice echo from the bedroom:“Cecilia?! What in God’s name happened to you?”

moved. It took all my energy to lie there and not die.

rrelled across the room like a woman on a mission, flipped me onto my back like I was a

Southern belle, brushed the hair from my clammy forehead, and peered into my mantic–apocalypse eyes like she was checking for brain activity.

1. 1. me. Who died?” Harper demanded. “Blink once for Alpha Sebastian, twice for Alpha Xavier.

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a full season of The Office reruns before I finally croaked out, “I bit his Adam’s apple.”

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‘s panic morphed into gleeful curiosity so fast it should have ruptured the time–space lum. “And then?”

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“AND THEN?!”

“I… I tried to get him to sleep with me.”

“CECILIA. WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?!”

My voice was soft, mortified. “I… asked him how much it would cost.”

A long, soul–destroying silence.

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Harper’s excitement evaporated, replaced by the look of someone who just realized her lottery ticket was for last week’s draw. “You asked Alpha Sebastian Black, Alpha of the Silver Peak Pack, if his services came with a price tag?“,

“…Technically, he mentioned it first?” I offered, cringing under her glare.

She narrowed her eyes. “He what? Are we talking ‘Pretty Woman‘ scenario here? Or was this, like,

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