Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 20

Sebastian

The door burst open with a thunderous BANG.

The needle poised above Cecilia’s skin froze mid-air.

I stood in the doorway, breath ragged, Soren howling with unrelenting fury inside me.

The security team surged past me, their footsteps thunderous on the floor. I didn’t need to tell them what to do-they knew. In seconds, the filth was on the ground, tackled, disarmed, screaming like rats dragged from a sewer.

Two female hotel staff followed close behind, just as I’d instructed. I couldn’t bring myself to enter yet. My fists were clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms. I was one step from losing whatever shred of control I had left.

My white shirt was half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Sweat clung to my skin, älready flushed from the run up, but it wasn’t just exertion-it was rage. Burning, unfiltered rage.

The Alpha mask I’d worn for years-cold, composed, untouchable-was gone.

Shattered.

Because of her.

Because I saw fear in her eyes.

Because I couldn’t stand the thought of her being hurt.

What took its place was something primal-wild, all-consuming, and singular in purpose:

Protect her. At any cost.

Liam met me outside the room a minute later. His face was tight, grave.

“She’s shaken,” he said quietly. “They didn’t get far-her clothes were torn, but nothing else happened. She tried to bite her tongue when we entered… must’ve thought-” He stopped himself. “We covered her with your jacket. She’s conscious, but not speaking,.” I nodded once, jaw clenched.

“I told the staff to keep their mouths shut,” he added. “They won’t talk.”

I didn’t respond.

I couldn’t.

When I finally stepped into the room, the silence was deafening.

She lay on the bed, curled into herself like something fragile and fading. Her face was streaked with tears. Blood stained the corner of her mouth-she had really tried to do it.

Her wrists were red and raw where the restraints had cut into her.

Something cracked in my chest.

I walked eloser, slowly, as if any sudden move might make her vanish.

Kneeling beside the bed, 1 reached out, fingertips trembling, and barely brushed her cheek.

To my surprise, she leaned into the touch.

Her skin, warm against my palm, felt like the first breath after drowning.

I froze.

Then slowly, she opened her eyes-those soft, disoriented eyes, unfocused and lost. She looked at me like a wounded doe, unsure whether to flee or collapse into my arms.

I swallowed hard and gently stroked her hair, keeping my voice low. “Don’t be afraid,” | whispered.

She blinked once, then closed her eyes again.

But not from fear.

It felt like trust.

Cecilia

I was floating in a dark sea of terror. Hands grabbing at me. Voices laughing. Pain spreading through my body from where the needle had pierced my skin.

Then suddenly… nothing. The hands vanished. The laughter stopped.

Instead, warmth enveloped me. A clean, woodsy scent filled my nostrils-powerful, protective, familiar.

I couldn’t open my eyes, but I didn’t.

1 felt myself being carried, cradled against a strong chest. Even in my drugged state, My body,, was honest and instinctively moved toward that source of warmth.

Sebastian

I carried Cecilia through the hotel’s discreet side exit, shielding her from every stray glance, every whisper that dared rise. No one would see her like this-exposed, shaken, fragile.

We needed to get her to a hospital. Fast.

Liam was already waiting in the car, engine running.

I slid into the backseat with her still in my arms. I didn’t even consider setting her beside me. She was barely conscious, her body limp with whatever sedative they’d tried to use on her.

The private hospital had been notified beforehand. Medical staff rushed forward the moment I entered, ready to take over Cecilia’s care.

Cecilia

I woke at half past midnight, fighting through the mental fog.

My first instinct was to check my body for signs of violation. Finding no pain or discomfort, 1 released a shaky breath of relief.

Only then did I notice Sebastian Black sitting in a chair nearby.

He had saved me.

“Sebas..*My voice came out raspy and difficult, barely forming his name before my phone rang on the bedside table.

He picked it up, checking the screen. “It’s your mother.”

My parents must be worried sick. I’d told them I was just meeting a friend before coming home, but hours had passed.

Sebastian answered the call. “Hello?”

My mother’s voice came through, audibly startled by the male voice. “Who is this?”

“I’m a friend of Cecilia’s. She’s currently..” Sebastian glanced at me as I frantically waved my hands, signaling him not to tell her. But he continued anyway, “..in the hospital.” I slumped back against the pillows. Damn it.

My parents immediately insisted on coming: Sebastian gave them the address despite my objections.

After hanging up, he justified himself: “At this hour, with me answering your phone, ! could hardly lie and say you were just out drinking. That would worry them more.” i moved my lips to argue but eventually deflated, knowing he was right.

Clearing my throat with effort, 1 managed to say, “Could you at least ask the doctor to tell them it was a minor car accident? They can’t handle the truth about what happened.”

“There isn’t much “truth’ to tell. Those men didn’t cause any permanent harm,” he said diplomatically.

But we both knew how close I’d come to disaster. The sedative they’d injected would have

‘rendered me completely helpless. And that second syringe that had fallen on the bed-filled with some drug that would have destroyed my life.

“Even so,” I insisted, “I don’t want my parents knowing. Please.”

Sebastian remained silent for a moment before nodding in agreement. Then he asked carefully, “Do you know who did this to you?”

“Yes,” I answered, my hands gradually tightening on the bedsheets. Hatred burned in my eyes as 1 thought about Xavier and Cici’s monstrous betrayal. I know exactly who’s responsible.”