Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 72

Cecilia

The night dragged on, quiet and endless, filled with the ghosts of our past.

I-didn’t need to open my eyes to know he hadn’t slept. I could feel the weight of his thoughts pressing against the silence, heavy and restless.

Through my eyelids, I sensed the first pale light of dawn slipping through the blinds.

Eventually, Xavier stood. He moved slowly, like each step toward the door was a decision he didn’t want to make.

His footsteps were soft, but they echoed in my chest like farewell bells.

When the door finally clicked shut behind him, I opened my eyes.

Just like that night years ago-when he had stepped out onto the balcony to take Cicis call-l watched his back as he walked away.

Back then, it had shattered the last fragile thread of hope I’d held onto.

Tonight, it closed the book on our eight-year story.

We had reached the end of the line.

No more questions of right or wrong, no more weighing love against betrayal.

None of it mattered now.

We were simply. dorie.

The future lay ahead-his and mine-no longer intertwined.

“Your discharge papers are all set,” Harper announced, stepping back into my hospital room later that morning. “Ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

I nodded, gathering the few personal items she’d brought me yesterday. “More than ready.” As Harper helped me into a light jacket, I remembered something. “I should check on Alpha Sebastian before we leave.”

“Your dashing knight in designer armor?” Harper raised an eyebrow. “Seems like the least you could do, considering he caught a knife for you.”

“It’s not like that,” I insisted, though my cheeks warmed slightly. “He’s my boss. And he saved my life. Again.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Harper’s knowing smile irritated me.

When we reached Alpha Sebastian’s private room, however, 1 paused at the doorway.

Through the partially open door, I could see several people inside-the imposing figure of Beta Sawyer, Liam in his usual pristine suit, and what looked like a doctor.

I hesitated. The last thing Alpha Sebastian wanted was to hear any gossip about his personal life.

The Blood Moon Pack already saw me as someone with a messed-up past. I couldn’t let the Silver Peak Pack think the same about me.

“Maybe I’ll check on him later,” I whispered to Harper, stepping away from the door.

“When he’s back at the apartments.”

Harper’s expression softened with understanding. “Probably wise.”

After leaving the hospital, we made a detour to the police station where I gave my supplementat statement about the attack. The detective handling the case shared some updates: they’d apprehended the man in black who’d abducted me, but he was claiming to be “just a friend” of Cici’s who had acted independently after seeing me “bullying” her.

Meanwhile, Cici was playing the victim card-claiming memory loss and producing medical certificates from the Shadow Pack’s doctors claiming she suffered from mental health issues.

“Classic Alpha privilege bullshit,” Harper muttered as we left. “Though stabbing Alpha Alpha Sebastian complicates things for her. Even Shadow Pack can’t easily dismiss assaylting an Alpha of Silver Peak.”

“Let the legal system handle her,” I said tiredly. “I’m done with all of it.”

That afternoon, Harper received a call from Xavier’s lawyer. She hung up and turned to me with a solemn expression.

“He’s agreed to the divorce,” she said. “With the full two hundred million compensation we asked for.” She hesitated. “His lawyer says Xavier will meet whenever you’re ready to finalize the paperwork. Just name the time.”

nodded, feeling strangely empty. Not relieved, not angry, just… done.

“Tomorrow,” I said decisively. “Ten o’clock at the civil affairs bureau.”

Harper gave me a long look. “I’ll let them know:”

She sighed, running a hand through her dark hair. “You know, as much as I want to hate him completely, 1 can’t help but think-if he hadn’t made that one fatal mistake, you two might have been the fairytale romance I always believed in.”

I laughed softly, turning my face toward the window where afternoon sunlight streamed in.”Fairytales are just pretty lies, sweetheart.”

Harper glanced upward thoughtfully. “Well, if fairytales are broken, maybe you should try for a myth next time.”

My mouth fell open as I caught her meaning. “Harper!”

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