Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 52

Cecilia

“Instagram?” I pulled the phone away from my ear, frowning at the screen.

I opened the app-and instantly saw what Yvonne was taking about.

A certain gossip account had shared a video clip, and it had already gone viral. Now it was all over the Explore page, reposted and memed by dozens of other users.

It showed the confrontation outside the airport yesterday afternoon-but the footage had been edited and re-captioned to make it look like I assaulted poor, helpless Cici out of nowhere.

Xavier, the actual male lead in this soap opera?

He was completely edited out.

The video framed me as the villain-the angry, unhinged woman slapping a defenseless sweetheart.

But here’s the twist: the internet wasn’t coming for me.

They were coming for Cici.

Somehow, someone had connected the dots and figured out who Cici was. Her name, her background, even old photos-everything was out there now. And the comments were brutal.

Apparently, the slap was already being turned into a meme.

And the top comments? Things like:

“Homewrecker caught in 4K.”

“She’s lucky that’s all she got.”

“You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.”

The message was clear: they weren’t mad I slapped her.

They thought she deserved it.

For humans and wolves alike, there’s nothing more universally despised than a mate-stealer. Public tolerance for such behavior was practically nonexistent.

At least 90% of the comments supported me.

Some gleefully suggested I should have hit her harder. Others were demanding she be publicly humiliated in ways that made me wince.

The original post had gone up anonymously last night.

From what I could tell, the influencers started resharing it sometime after 2 AM.

“Did you do this?” Yvonne asked eagerly.

I laughed. “You think I did?”

“I can’t figure out who else would! It seems like something you’d do, but also not quite your style. But besides you, who would spin the narrative this way?”

“Maybe just a random person who hates homewreckers?” I suggested. “That would make sense, wouldn’t it?”

“Please,” Yvonne scoffed. “A random bystander paying major influencers to create this kind of firestorm? Come on.”

“Honestly, who did it doesn’t matter,” I said thoughtfully. “The result is what’s important.”

“The result?” Yvonne’s curiosity was obviously piqued. “Wait-could it be someone who admires you? Like… Alpha Sebastian?”

That made me burst out laughing. “Darling, I can’t speak to everything else, but I can absolutely guarantee it wasn’t me-and it definitely wasn’t Alpha Sebastian.” After hanging up, I immediately called Harper to tell her about the Instagram situation.

Harper had spent the night taking care of her mother. She was just waking up.

After checking Instagram and connecting the dots with what she already knew, she ventured, “Could it be Luna Dora? The way Xavier was deliberately edited out suggests someone trying to protect him from backlash.”

“Luna Dora?” I shook my head. “She’d want this buried in the deepest hole possible, not dug up and paraded around.”

“True. Then who did it?”

i think…” I paused, “it might have been Cici herself.”

“That’s impossible,” Harper objected. “She’s the biggest victim here-her reputation is in tatters, everyone’s cursing her name. Why would she subject herself to that?” Then Harper’s voice shifted as realization dawned. “Unless… if she did post it herself, then she’s completely unhinged. Like, needs-serious-psychiatric-help unhinged.”

[Would someone really destroy their own reputation and drag their entire family through the mud just to play victim for Xavier? Was that even possible?]

(Let’s wait and see what happens,” I said. “About my parents-they’ll eventually see the video, and they don’t know about my injury. Could you please explain the situation to them? Tell them I’ll visit in a few days.”

“Don’t worry, I already talked to them. They’re taking it surprisingly well.”

“I should have told them myself…” I felt a pang of guilt. I’d wanted to spare them worry, planning to tell them later, but in the end, they’d learned about my situation through shocking means. I’d failed them.

Harper tried to comfort me. “Don’t overthink it. Right now, we need to focus on the divorce. I’m planning to meet with Xavier again today.”

“He’s moved into the apartment above mine,” I told her.

“WHAT?!” Harper exclaimed. “Wait-yesterday he literally walked away from you at the airport! He chose Cici, didn’t he? He should be signing those divorce papers without a second thought! What’s he playing at, trying to have it both ways?”

“Who knows what’s going through his mind,” I sighed. “At this point, I just hope he sticks with Cici and leaves me alone.”

As I thought about the Instagram post, a tight feeling settled in my chest.

Something told me it was only a matter of time before Cici and the Shadow Pack came after me.

Then again, this wasn’t exactly a surprise-after what happened at the charity gala, I’d pretty much made enemies of them.

Author

Alpha Xavier’s head was pounding.

Cici.

She declined the call without thinking.

A few seconds later, a voice message popped up.

“Luna Dora,” came Cici’s soft, hurt voice. “It really hurts that you hate me so much.”

There was a pause. Then a low, creepy laugh.

“By the way, I found your little secret at Devil’s Thumb Ranch. Wow. I had no idea you were so. energetic for your age. Heh heh heh.”

Luna Dora’s blood ran cold.

She quickly looked around, heart racing, suddenly afraid someone might be watching her.

With shaking hands, she called Cici back.

“H-How did you find out? What do you want?!” Luna Dora’s voice trembled as she backed away a step.

No answer. Just silence.

But she knew.

This wasn’t some silly, love-struck girl chasing after her son.

Cici was dangerous.

And now, she had power.

“Don’t get upset,” Cici said softly, her voice almost fragile-but laced with something cold beneath the surface.

“I just want to bond with you, Luna Dora. After all. I’ll be joining the Blood Moon Pack soon. You’ll be my mother, won’t you?” She smiled sweetly. Sickeningly sweet.

“Don’t you agree. Mother?”

The word hit like ice.

Luna Dora’s blood ran cold. The realization sank in, deep and merciless.

This wasn’t a girl in love-this was a predator.

A predator she had invited into their Pack.

Into their lives.

And now, it was far too late to turn her away.