Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 101

Sebastian

Cecilia’s lips parted like she wanted to say something, but no words came. expected her to brush it off. Instead, she surprised me.

She took a breath, steadying herself. “Alpha Sebastian. I’d like to track your location because I care about you,” she said-quiet, but steady.

That caught me off guard-in the best way.

Maybe it was rehearsed. Maybe not. But it sounded real enough.

Soren stirred in the back of my mind, pleased

I smiled, this time more warmly. “I appreciate that. I really do.” I pulled out my phone and handed it to her, no hesitation.

4 She took it carefully, her fingers brushing against mine.

There was something formal, almost reverent, about the way she lowered her eyes as she tapped through the settings.

• Beside her, Yvonne all but squealed. “He’s totally into her.”

Tang didn’t comment, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

When Cecilia finished, she handed the phone back with both hands, like it meant something. “Thanks,” I said. “And if you ever need anything. just ask. Seems fair.” She nodded, quiet again, her mind clearly drifting back to her friend’s situation.

Cecilia

The Wilson Tower was some distance from the hotel.

When i anxiously asked if we could go faster, Tang immediately transformed from careful driver to stunt performer. He cut our estimated thirty-minute journey to fifteen minutes.

Even with traffic lights slowing us down, the speed was terrifying.

After one particularly aggressive drift into the parking area, Yvonne and I were both pale as ghosts.

“Fast enough?” Tang turned back, clearly proud of himself.

My legs wobbled as I scrambled out of the car, immediately doubling over to empty my stomach in the nearest planter.

“Are you trying to kill us?” Yvonne snapped, swinging her designer purse at Tang’s head.

Despite her small frame, she put impressive force behind it.

Tang dodged easily, looking unrepentant until Alpha Sebastian fixed him with a cold stare.

The Alpha tapped his knuckle against Tang’s forehead in a light but meaningful reprimand.

“She asked if you could go faster, not if you could fly,” Alpha Sebastian said flatly. “You’ll pay any tickets yourself.”

He grabbed a water bottle and stepped out of the car, offering it.to me as I crouched by the sidewalk.

“I’m fine,” 1 insisted, quickly rinsing my mouth. We couldn’t waste time on my queasy stomach when Harper might be in danger.

The building before us was unimpressive-about twenty stories of aging concrete and glass. Inside was even more depressing, with many vacant storefronts and a general air of neglect.

The location tracking had only shown that Harper was somewhere in this building. We’d need to search floor by floor.

We approached the building manager first-a middle-aged, heavyset man with suspicious eyes. Tang gave the guy a friendly nod and said, “Hey, sorry to bother you-l think 1 dropped my wallet somewhere around here. Any chance I could take a quick look at the security cameras? It’d really help.”

The manager looked skeptically from Tang to the rest of us waiting by the entrance-Alpha Sebastian in his immaculate suit, Yvonne in her designer dress, and me still in my

formal attire from the reception.

His expression clearly said: Who do you think you’re fooling?

“Just tell me what you’re really here for,” the manager said firmly. “I can’t help if you’re not honest.”

“We’re looking for someone,” Tang said, casually rolling his shoulders-just enough to show off the muscle under his sleeves.

The manager blinked, then quickly nodded. “Uh-sure. This way.”

He led us to a tiny security room that looked like it hadn’t been used in years.

Dust on the monitors, a faint smell of stale coffee.

“Just a heads-up,” he said, a little uneasy. “Most of the cameras are down. Place doesn’t get much traffic, so. yeah, maintenance hasn’t exactly been a priority.”

When we checked the monitors, the situation was even worse than he’d suggested.

Most cameras showed nothing but static, including the crucial one at the first-floor elevator.

“Which floor?” I asked.

“Eighteenth.”

We headed to the elevator.

When the doors opened, we stepped into a dim hallway lit by reddish bulbs and thick with the smell of incense-probably sandalwood.

Just as we moved forward, a grotesque face with fake fangs suddenly loomed out of the haze.

“Fuck!” Yvonne yelped, instinctively grabbing the nearest arm-Tang’s-with surprising strength.

Tang laughed and stepped forward, pulling a carved wooden mask off the wall near the door.

“Relax,” he said, holding it up so she could see. “Just a weird decoration. Guess someone’s got a thing for creepy masks.”

Yvonne let out a shaky breath and released his arm. “Ugh, don’t do that. My heart’s still racing.”

He glanced at her, amused. “You’ve got a strong grip for someone in heels.”

“Adrenaline,” she muttered, brushing her hair back and shooting him a look. “Alsa, don’t judge the heels.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Tang said with a mock salute.

Yvonne rolled her eyes but couldn’t help a small smile. Then she gave him a light shove on the shoulder. “Next time, you go first.”

Tang stumbled half a step back, laughing. “Noted. You scare easier than I thought.” I glanced at Alpha Sebastian. His usual poker face had cracked just enough to show the hint of a smile.

But the moment passed quickly.

We had work to do. Harper was still missing, and this place-strange as it was-might hold answers.

The hallway stretched ahead, lined with odd artwork and more of those masks.

It felt like we were about to step into someone’s very personal idea of therapy. or something else entirely.