Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 147

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Cecilia

I turned numbly and placed my coffee back in my office before heading to the Alpha’s suite.

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Alpha Sebastian stood by the floor–to–ceiling windows, head slightly bowed as he scrolled through

something on his phone.

My eyes immediately zeroed in on the small bandage covering the spot on his neck where I’d… oh

God… where I’d bitten him last night.

I mentally shushed her and forced my voice to remain steady. “You wanted to see me, Alpha?”

“I need you to accompany me somewhere this afternoon,” he replied without looking up.

The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “To get your rabies shot?”

His fingers froze mid–scroll.

He turned slowly, those midnight eyes finding mine. “I beg your pardon?”

I swallowed hard but stood my ground.

But I held my ground–barely. “I mean, I heard about your… incident last night. With the cat. And while it’s obviously not my place to critique your personal choices–maybe, in the future, don’t provoke small, emotionally unstable felines?”

Silence.

The kind of silence that makes you rethink all your life decisions and possibly your birth.

Alpha Sebastian stared at me for a long, agonizing beat.

His expression was unreadable, except for the distinct gleam of danger in his eyes.

Then he said, voice low and precise, like a scalpel wrapped in velvet, “Interesting. Because I don’t

recall mentioning anything about a cat.”

He slowly touched the bandage on his neck, eyes never leaving mine. “Though I suppose with this

Liam and Beta Sawyer jumped to conclusions. Wild ones.”

His lips curled into a slow, amused smile. The kind that made my stomach drop and my brain

short–circuit.

“And for the record,” he added, “I would never antagonize a cat. Especially not one with such…

sharp little teeth.”

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I was going to die here. In this office. From crushing embarrassment. And possibly spontaneous

combustion.

“Then why the hospital visit?” I managed to ask.

“A social call,” he replied simply.

“I see.”

Embarrassment crawled up my spine. I nodded stiffly. “I’ll be ready whenever you need me. If

there’s nothing else…”

I backed away two steps before turning to leave.

The moment I was through the door, I wanted to howl in mortification.

In the hallway, I was doing my best impression of a perfectly functioning adult when Beta Sawyer

emerged from the break room, holding a mug that looked like it was brewing a forest floor.

He leaned in, voice low and dramatic.

“Hospital confirmed? I saw the Alpha checking out his neck in the mirror. Twice. He looked… mildly

haunted. Honestly, what made him pet a stray cat? Has he never read a single internet horror

story?”

I froze. Mostly because I was still recovering from the secondhand embarrassment.

Desperate to change the subject before my face permanently turned into a tomato, I pointed at his

mug.

“What’s in that? It looks like you mugged a pine tree and steeped the evidence.”

He grinned. “Alpha Max Herbal Power Blend.”

“…That sounds illegal.”

“It’s all–natural,” he said proudly. “Twelve herbs. Two roots. One mission.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Which is?”

He pulled out his phone and sent me a link without saying a word.

I clicked it–and was immediately assaulted by an ad that screamed testosterone.

ALPHA MAX: UNLEASH THE BEAST

BOOST STRENGTH. STAMINA. SUPREMACY.

ENDORSED BY RETIRED MMA FIGHTERS AND YOUR UNCLE WHO SWEARS BY GINSENG

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Everything was in bold red font, as if subtlety had been declared illegal.

I looked up slowly, blinking. “Sawyer… you don’t have to try this hard to prove you have

testosterone. We believe you.”

He looked genuinely puzzled. “It’s good for circulation.”

“Yeah. And ego inflation.”

I gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder, the kind you give someone who just joined a questionable

pyramid scheme, and fled to my office before I burst out laughing.

Sebastian

The morning meeting dragged on longer than necessary–territorial disputes between pack members that could have been solved with a single Alpha command, but I preferred to let them work through their issues democratically when possible.

My wolf, Soren, disagreed, huffing impatiently throughout.

We could be spending this time with our little cat instead he grumbled internally.

I ignored him, though the bandage on my neck tingled at the memory of her teeth.

After the meeting, Cecilia drove me to the hospital.

We passed a flower shop, and I asked her to pull over.

“Wait here,” I instructed, leaving her in the car.

Inside, I bypassed the cheerful arrangements of roses and lilies, heading straight for what I

needed.

When I returned to the car with my purchase–an elegant bouquet of white and yellow

chrysanthemums wrapped in stark black paper–Cecilia’s expression was a masterpiece of

confusion.

Her eyes widened, then narrowed, then widened again as she processed what I was carrying.

“Alpha,” she ventured cautiously as we drove, “may I ask who we’re visiting?”

“A highly respected elder,” I replied, enjoying her mounting bewilderment.

At the hospital, I strolled through the pristine corridors with my inappropriate bouquet, drawing

shocked glances from staff alike.

Several nurses looked ready to intercept us, but something in my demeanor–or perhaps Cecilia’s

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apologetic wincing beside me–kept them at bay.

We took the elevator to the VIP floor and proceeded to room 712.

I pushed open the door to reveal the “highly respected elder.”

Remy lay in the hospital bed, his head wrapped in bandages, leg elevated in a cast.

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His face was a Picasso painting of purple and yellow bruises, with two spectacular black eyes that

gave him a distinct resemblance to an exotic panda.

Beside me, I heard Cecilia’s small intake of breath as she suppressed a laugh.

The moment Remy saw me, his complexion shifted from merely pallid to distinctly green.

When his gaze landed on my chrysanthemum bouquet, he turned positively chartreuse.

I approached with deliberate slowness, arranging the flowers in an empty vase beside his bed with

the care of a museum curator handling a priceless artifact.

“Uncle Remy,” I smiled warmly, “how are you feeling? Comfortable, I hope?”

“Hmph.” His dismissive grunt was exactly what I’d expected.

I looked down at him, studying his face with exaggerated interest. “That man was rather…

thorough, wasn’t he? I had no idea he’d turn you into Denver’s newest endangered species.”

Remy’s heart monitor beeped faster as his blood pressure visibly rose.

He managed to grind out, “I suppose this makes us even.”

I blinked innocently. “Even? For what?”

I adjusted a chrysanthemum. “You sent me a little something not long ago. I’m just returning the favor. It’s called courtesy.”

He glared. I smiled.

“Quid pro quo,” I added sweetly. “That’s Latin for ‘Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

The monitor beside his bed began beeping more insistently.

“Get out,” Remy snapped. “I need to rest.”