Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 159

**TITLE: After His Bite, I Learned to Heal 159**

I staggered back to my office, feeling like a weary soldier limping home from a relentless battle, my heels catching on the carpet, and I nearly crumpled into my chair.

Inside my head, chaos reigned, a relentless loop of Beta Sawyer’s voice echoing: “Liam loaded the Alpha’s breakfast with every kind of… male enhancement imaginable.”

So, Liam was in on it. Of course, he was.

With a heavy sigh, I sank back in my chair, adopting the posture of someone who had already resigned themselves to their fate—my funeral arrangements were practically set.

Mortification was looming like a dark cloud, ready to unleash its storm.

I had been wallowing in my embarrassment for about fifteen minutes when a sharp knock pierced the silence of my office.

Forcing myself to compose, I straightened my blouse and cleared my throat, attempting to sound authoritative. “Come in.”

I half-expected it to be Beta Sawyer, or perhaps one of the assistants bringing me a new stack of reports to sift through.

But it wasn’t.

It was Sebastian.

In an instant, my body transitioned from a state of relaxed tension to a rigid panic, my thoughts scrambling like eggs thrown onto a hot skillet.

He closed the door behind him with the kind of casual confidence that sent a shiver down my spine.

“What’s wrong with your face?” he inquired, his expression far too relaxed and self-satisfied, as if he had just stepped out of a victory parade.

“…Nothing.” I quickly dropped my hands from where they had been anxiously rubbing my face and stood up, my gaze flitting around the room like a cornered animal searching for an escape route.

Inside, a symphony of anxiety played out, each note more frantic than the last.

Sebastian approached my desk and placed a sleek white thermos in front of me, as if he were dropping an emotional grenade that was about to explode.

I blinked at it, bewildered. What now?

Before I could utter a single word, his hand landed on my waist—firm, warm, and possessive. “Sit,” he commanded, his voice low and utterly unbothered, as if he were issuing a royal decree.

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The moment his fingers brushed against me, every rational thought in my head fled.

My knees turned to jelly, and my mind lit up like a broken projector: his hands from last night, the taste of his mouth, the way he’d—

Nope. Not going there.

I sank back into my chair, desperately trying to maintain a shred of dignity. Spoiler alert: I had none left.

My breath came in shallow gasps, my chest constricted. I folded my hands in my lap like a Catholic schoolgirl praying the nun wouldn’t call on her.

Sebastian regarded me, his gaze steady and unnervingly intense, and I could have sworn I heard a soft sigh escape his lips.

“Liam made you soup,” he stated smoothly, his tone casual, yet laced with an undercurrent of something deeper. “For blood replenishment.”

My brain short-circuited once more. Blood replenishment?

Instantly, my mind raced back to those late-night health articles I used to scroll through: “What to eat after s*x,” “Post-coital nutrition,” “Why women need iron and men need ginseng.”

Oh my Moon Goddess. He knew. He knew everything.

That smug, infuriating man had probably read the same articles—and taken notes, no less.

“…Thank Liam for me,” I managed to say, taking the spoon and lowering my face toward the soup, wishing I could sink into it entirely and disappear from this moment.

Just then, another knock echoed at the door.

I had just taken a spoonful of soup when I nearly choked in surprise.

Sebastian leaned down, his hand patting my back in a comforting gesture.

The office door burst open without warning.

Beta Sawyer stood frozen in the doorway, wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights, clutching his tablet to his chest as if it were a shield.

His gaze flitted between me and Sebastian, taking in the scene: me in my chair, flushed and guilty, Sebastian looming far too close, and a steaming thermos open on my desk like a ticking time bomb.

Sebastian turned his head slowly, shooting Beta Sawyer a look so frigid it could have frozen lava in its tracks.

“I-uh-I just remembered I left some documents,” Beta Sawyer stammered, already retreating like he was facing a wild animal. “Carry on, please. Pretend I was never here.”

© Chapter 159 Office Complications

He vanished from the doorway in the blink of an eye, as if he had teleported away.

A second later, a hand appeared around the edge of the door, gently pulling it shut.

Silence enveloped the room like a heavy curtain falling after a dramatic performance.

I sat there, stunned into silence, my mind racing.

I had officially thrown in the towel. Resistance was a futile endeavor.

Turning to face Sebastian with newfound determination, I attempted to adopt a professional tone. “Alpha, during office hours, unauthorized visits are strictly prohibited.”

Sebastian’s icy demeanor melted away, replaced by the warmth of spring sunshine as he looked down at me.

His eyes crinkled with amusement, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. “Of course, Secretary Moore. Enjoy your soup. I’ll be on my way.”

And just like that, he was gone.

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