Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 35

Harper

“You love her, yet you slept with Cici?” I slammed my fist on the desk, rage burning through me. “Why don’t you just die already?”

My hand stung from hitting the wood, but I didn’t care. If I weren’t facing an Alpha wolf who could snap me in half, I swear I would’ve cracked that ashtray over Xavier’s skull.

Xavier shot to his feet, the shredded divorce papers sliding from his lap and scattering àcross the floor like confetti. His golden eyes flashed dangerously, the wolf just beneath his skin.

“Everything she sold, everything she burned-l’ll reclaim them all. And that stubborn heart of hers?” His canines gleamed in the light as his Alpha aura thickened the air. “Mark my words,my Luna Cecilia. She’s bound to me in this lifetime and every rebirth the Moon Goddess grants.”

He spun on his heel and stormed toward the door, his broad shoulders tight with tension.

I stood there stunned for a moment before bolting after him. “What you just tore up was a copy, you idiot!” I shouted at his retreating back. “Don’t think that will stop the divorce!

It won’t work! I’m telling you it won’t work!”

Fucking asshole. Playing the devoted mate now? Where was all this passion when he was screwing that Shadow Pack bitch behind Cecilia’s back?

Regret makes for cheap perfume.

I massaged my temples, fighting off a headache. With that attitude, this divorce was going to be messier than I thought.

Xavier

The spring rain fell cold as autumn around me as I sat on the steps outside our villa, watching the security footage from the night she burned our wedding photos. She stood in the yard, her eyes reflecting such profound grief as she looked at me, before decisively dropping the lighter into the metal bin…

What was I doing in that moment?

The footage showed me sitting inside, happily chatting on my phone. The sight was like seeing a ghost-l couldn’t bear to look, couldn’t bear to remember or think too deeply about it. If I could turn back time to that night, I would never be such a bastard again. I would beg for her forgiveness, tell her that she was the only one I truly loved.

Rain fell on my face, but what rolled down my cheeks burned hot.

Beta Henry stood behind me, holding an umbrella, but the downpour was too heavy to keep me dry.Beta Henry wouldn’t comment on my personal life, but today’s outceme… it was inevitable. My Luna was too clever not to have discovered my betrayal.

“Buy back all the jewelry my mate sold. Put everything back where it was,” I ordered, my voice rough.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“The wedding photos-recreate them exactly as they were. Same frames, same positions on the walls.”

“Of course.”

Beta Henry agreed to everything, but we both knew the truth. Things bought back weren’t the originals. Wedding photos recreated from ashes were just substitutes. The meaning she’d once attached to them had been scorched away. Would she feel anything but contempt for such gestures?

My phone vibrated against my thigh.

I answered slowly, as if moving underwater.

“Alpha Xavier, we’ve located your mate. Yesterday afternoon, she used her credit card at a mall in Singapore.”

“Singapore?” My brow furrowed. “That’s impossible. I checked all flight records-there was nothing.”

“We found border exit documentation. She left on a Gulfstream G650 private jet.

However, the owner’s information is being protected.”

My face darkened as realization hit like a thunderbolt.

I ended the call and strode into the rain, no longer caring about getting soaked. “Prepare The pack jet. I’m going to Singapore immediately. And find out if Alpha Sebastian is in Singapore too.”

In all of Denver, only one Alpha had the power and resources to spirit away my mate without leaving a trace.

1 should have known it was him!

Author

The next morning, after finishing her breakfast, Cecilia returned to her room to change.

She chose a business casual outfit paired with comfortable flats-ideal for the upcoming factory inspection. Before leaving the hotel, she slipped a voice recorder into her bag and quietly headed out.

The time clocks were positioned at the workshop entrance, I learned, with no security cameras monitoring them. Anyone could potentially clock in for someone else without detection.

“I’ve heard you have ghosts here,” I said conspiratorially, lowering my voice.

One worker’s eyes widened. “Where did you hear that?”

“The general manager mentioned it. Apparently, there are two people who clock in every day but nobody ever sees them.”

The three women exchanged alarmed glances-confusion, shock, and anxiety crossing their faces.

After a pause, the oldest worker hesitantly asked, “Would those be Min Lee and Lin Wenqin?”

My eyes brightened. “Yes, exactly! So you do know about them.”

“I’m a senior employee here: Those two were hired recently, so the others wouldn’t know.

At first, none of us noticed-we’re all too exhausted from work to care who comes and goes. But after a while, people realized nobody had ever seen these two employees. When we asked the shift supervisor about it, he snapped at us to mind our own business, so we dropped it.”

Another worker gasped. “That’s terrifying! Who’s punching their cards? Actual ghosts?” The third woman joined in, visibly frightened. “What if they died in some factory accident and are repeating what they did in life?”

I remained silent, letting them talk. From their reactions, it was clear the regular employees knew nothing about this scheme. My recorder captured every word, including those crucial names.

Across the cafeteria, I noticed Thomas and his financial team watching us intently.

That afternoon, I called a meeting with the shift supervisor, HR manager, accountant, and Thomas.

With a pleasant smile that masked my intentions, I announced, “Id like to meet Min Lee and Wenster Lee.”

The room fell silent.

Then the shift supervisor walked to the door, slammed it shut, and turned the lock.