Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 59

Xavier

I could still feel the sting of her rejection, sharp and humiliating, as if her words had carved straight into my chest. Cecilia had pushed me away-me, her Alpha-as though I were nothing more than a mistake she couldn’t wait to erase.

My wolf snarled restlessly beneath my skin, demanding I claim her, make her understand who she belonged to. But instead of submission, I had tasted her defiance. And then she ran.

No one ran from me.

tightened my grip on the steering wheel until the leather creaked, my jaw clenched so hard it ached. She thought she could slip out of my grasp, vanish into the city, hide behind flimsy excuses and borrowed courage. But she didn’t understand-l wouldn’t allow it.

The sharp trill of Harper’s phone snapped my focus. Without thinking, I snatched it out of iter hands, ignoring her startled cry and the way the car swerved for half a second. My patience was already worn razor thin.

Her protests barely registered as I unlocked the screen and scrolled. I didn’t need Harper’s explanations. I needed one thing: a trail.

And there it was.

Her name. Cecilia. Written across the glowing screen, tangled in conversations she thought were private. And worse-Sebastian Black’s name threaded through the messages Like poison.

Alpha Sebastian.

The muscles in my jaw flexed until I thought they might snap.So he wanted to play the savior, the gentleman? The thought of him near her-of his attention on what was mine-sent a surge of heat down my spine, dark and violent.

I forced my breathing steady, though rage pulsed through every vein. Losing control now would solve nothing. I needed her back where she belonged-by my side, under my protection, within reach.

“Fine,” 1 muttered, my thumb stabbing the screen as I sent the reply. My voice was low, clipped, every syllable vibrating with barely leashed fury.

I found the name of the burger shop she’d mentioned. A pathetic little place for her to hide. My lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“Drive there,” I ordered Harper, my tone flat, lethal.

She hesitated-stupid girl-so I turned my gaze on her. One look was enough. Her knuckles whitened around the wheel, and the car lurched forward again.

Inside, my wolf prowled, restless and savage. Cecilia could run, she could fight, she could scream that she didn’t want me. But I would find her. I would bring her back.

And once! had her, she would learn that rejecting me was not an option.

Cecilia

After Alpha Sebastian had rescued me, my stomach growled so loudly it echoed in the car. He noticed right away and pulled off the road into a quiet little town. But it was late-past midnight-and most places were already closed.

We found only two options still open: a smoky BBQ food truck with a long line of drunk college kids, and a tired-looking 24-hour diner with flickering neon lights.

I chose the diner. The smell of coffee and greasy fries was oddly comforting after the night I’d had. I texted Harper my location-figured she might be hungry too-and ordered an extra bacon cheeseburger and fries for her.

Alpha Sebastian gave me a knowing smile as I slid the phone back into my pocket.

“At least you still have a conscience.”

“Huh?” I blinked, caught off guard. “Oh-do you like bacon cheeseburger, Alpha?”

I recovered quickly, but not quickly enough. He clearly caught the hesitation. His smile faded, just slightly, as realization sank in.

“The second burger’s not for me, is it?” he said, voice calm but distant.

“You’ve already ordered,” he added after a beat, and now you ask if I like bacon

cheeseburger? That’s… convenient timing.”

“Not at all!” I gestured toward the table’s condiment rack. “garlic aioli burger, mushroom $wiss burger, bacon cheeseburger-take your pick. You can customize it however you like.” His expression didn’t change. He just looked at me for a moment longer, then asked, evenly:

“Tell me the truth. Did you order that second burger for me?”

“Of course it was! Who else would I order it for?” I widened my eyes, trying to look as sincere as possible.

This was like accidentally claiming someone else’s gift-what was I supposed to do?

Admit the truth and make him feel awkward? My “hero points” weren’t infinite.

Alpha Sebastian stared at me, seeing right through my act. “Miss Cecilia, you’re wasting your talents not being an actress.”

My face turned scarlet. Under the harsh fluorescent lights that revealed every detail of my expression, my little white lie was completely transparent. He saw my social maneuvering.

I surrendered. “Fine, I actually ordered it for Harper.”

Alpha Sebastian said nothing more.

When the burgers arrived, he didn’t touch his. His cold stare across the table made me feel so uncomfortable that I couldn’t enjoy my food either. Those eyes said it all: You ungrateful, dishonest woman, just sit there and eat by yourself.

I silently vowed to order for him first from now on.

Then I spotted Harper’s car pulling up outside.

I smiled and began to wave-but then froze as a familiar figure emerged from the passenger seat.

Alpha Sebastian noticed my expression change and turned to look.

“Excuse me,” Alpha Sebastian called out, his voice smooth, unbothered

The waitress-mid-thirties, sharp eyeliner, bubblegum-pink nails-practically elbowed her coworker out of the way and hurried over with a bright smile.

“Yes, handsome? What can I get you?”

Alpha Sebastian gestured toward the tabte

“We’ve been talking so long, the food’s gone cold,” he said casually. “Could you take these away and bring us four fresh plates? Burgers, same as before.” He glanced at Harper, offering her a small, gentlemanly nod.

“And please make this lady’s a double with extra bacon.”

Harper looked utterly mesmerized.

The waitress smiled broadly. “Of course!”

Soon afterwards, the food was ready.

Alpha Xavier was too angry to eat.

I managed to eat half a bowl with my thoughts in complete disarray.

Harper spent the entire time sneaking glances at Alpha Sebastian, ignoring the food.

Only Alpha Sebastian ate methodically. When finished, he dabbed his mouth with a napkin and remarked, “You’re all wasting food.”

“No! I’m still eating!” Harper hurriedly dove back in, slurping down everything, then let out a loud burp

i..Harper,” I said with concern, passing her a napkin, worried she might be sick.

She often skipped breakfast and stayed up late reviewing case files. Her stomach was sensitive, and overeating could lead to acid reflux and vomiting.

Harper waved me off vigorously. “I’m fine! We can’t waste food…” She turned to Alpha Xavier. “You eat yours too!”

Alpha Xavier gave her a cold, mocking glance.

When I tried to stand up to pay the bill, Harper pushed me back down. “You’re not allowed to leave anything either.”

I could only stare at her in helpless resignation: “Alright..”