Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 165

Cecilia

The text message hovered in my notification bar, deceptively casual: Don’t want to come upstairs? I can bring it down to you.

My heart suspended in mid-beat as I stared at those words.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally typed back: * Already ate. On my way to the office.*

I sent it and immediately tossed my phone aside, as if it might burn my fingers.

The summer sun blazed mercilessly even in the early morning, scorching my face until I could barely keep my eyes open.

My head felt foggy, my breathing shallow… Moon Goddess, I hated this feeling.

Hated it. * Hated* it.

Squinting against the light that threatened to bring tears to my eyes, 1 reached a breaking point in that strange, floaty moment of emptiness.

With one swift movement, I yanked down the sun visor, my expression carefully controlled as I started the car.

1 refused to be held hostage by my emotions.

By anyone.

When I arrived at the office, it took less than thirty minutes before Sebastian and Beta Sawyer showed up too.

I grabbed my laptop and walked out to greet them, trying to appear casual and professional.

” Where are you off to, Ms. Moore?” Sebastian’s eyes flicked to my computer before returning to my face, his gaze lingering a beat too long.

“Heading to a department meeting with the secretarial staff,” | reptied with practiced smoothness. “Call if you need me, Alpha.” I immediately shifted my attention to Sawyer, deliberately avoiding Sebastian’s intense stare. “I might be down there for a while today.

Sorry for the inconvenience.”

“It’s… fine,” Beta Sawyer replied, looking slightly uncomfortable.

The exchange should have ended there, but Sebastian remained rooted to the spot, forcing the three of us into an awkward standoff.

I felt myself growing increasingly tense under his scrutiny. Those eyes seemed determined to strip away my defenses layer by layer.

“If there’s nothing else, Alpha, I should get going,” I said, unable to bear his penetrating gaze any longer.

walked away with deliberately measured steps, fighting the urge to run!

After yesterday’s behavior, who wouldn’t be wary?

My evasion was as much a gentle rejection as it was self-preservation.

By noon, I was having lunch with a few coworkers from my department

-nothing fancy, just a cozy bistro a few blocks from the office.

The kind of place that served overpriced salads and called fries “frites” to justify the markup.

We were just about to grab our coats when my phone buzzed.

Sebastian.

Great.

I gave my colleagues a tight, apologetic smile and held up the screen like a hall pass.

“Sorry, guys. It’s the Alpha. I’ve gotta take this.”

Instantly, they perked up like teenagers spotting a celebrity in the wild.

Brows lifted. Elbows nudged. Someone actually squealed.‹

I stepped a few feet away to answer before they could start placing bets on whether we were secretly dating.

“Yes, Alpha?” I said, trying to sound professional and not like my stomach had just flipped

” That place does a solid butternut squash soup,” came his voice-cool, clipped, like he was reading a grocery list. ” Bring me some.”

“.Sure.”

“And make it quick. I’m starving.”

“Understood.”

Click.

I stared at my phone for half a second, then turned around and walked straight into a wall of grinning coworkers.

I cleared my throat. ” Alpha, uh. wants me to bring him lunch. You guys go ahead.”

Eventually, they left and I stayed behind to collect the damn soup.

Back in the office, I dropped the takeout bags on the breakroom table with a dull thud.

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