Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Chapter 143 Justice Served

Author’s pov

The afternoon sun filtered through the hospital windows as Cici White lay in her bed, seething with rage.

For days, Luna Dora had been suspiciously supportive - helping choose wedding dresses, reviewing invitation designs, even speaking well of her to Xavier.

Cici had actually believed the older woman had finally accepted her as worthy of her son.

That night at the White family estate when they’d shared drinks and Cici had gotten embarrassingly drunk... LunaDora hadn’t been bonding with her at all.

She’d been extracting information.

Through Cici’s alcohol-soaked memories, fragments filtered back - she’d talked far too much. About Mason. About what happened five years ago in that bedroom.

And Luna Dora - that conniving she-wolf - had immediately taken that information to Cecilia Moore.

They’d orchestrated everything: luring Xavier to Boulder, exposing the pregnancy lie, and worst of all, revealing her darkest secret - Mason’s death.

"That manipulative old witch! That human bitch! I’ll destroy them both!" Cici screamed.

After a moment of heavy silence, Alpha Gavin spoke.

"You only have one path forward," he said. "Turn yourself in. Confess everything. You were sixteen when it happened - still a minor. You’ll face criminal charges, but the court will consider your age. The priority now is keeping you alive. I’ll handle the rest later."

"I won’t confess! I’m not going to prison!" Cici hurled her pillow at him, her fingers curling as though her claws were threatening to emerge. "Fix this now! I don’t care how!"

Alpha Gavin stared at his sister like she was a stranger.

"If you won’t listen to reason, there’s nothing more I can do," he said, turning toward the door. "I can’t protect you from this."

Mrs. White followed him into the hallway, tears streaming down her face. "Gavin, please! She’s your sister! Your blood! You can’t abandon her!"

As they disappeared from view, Cici heard the distant wail of police sirens growing louder.

Her heart pounded so violently she could hardly draw breathe.

She frantically dialed Alpha Xavier’s number, her hands shaking so badly she could barely hit the buttons.

No answer.

The sirens grew closer.

Reality crashed down on her with the weight of silver.

Cici stumbled out of bed, clutching her bandaged shoulder as pain shot through her body.

She burst through the door only to find two officers standing guard.

"Cici White, where are you going?" one asked, his expression neutral but stance ready.

"Get out of my way!" she snarled, attempting to push past him.

The officer easily restrained her, guiding her back into the room and shutting the door.

Trapped like prey, Cici began to tremble.

In desperation, she texted the one person who might still help her:Aunt Locke, save me! I’ll do anything you want! Whatever Gavin refused, I’ll agree to it!

Before she could send another plea, the door opened.

Alpha Gavin and Mrs. White rushed back in - but they were too late.

Police officers filed into the room, led by a stone-faced detective who held up a warrant.

"Cici White, you’re under arrest for the murder of Mason five years ago."

The handcuffs clicked into place before she could react.

Mrs. White was also taken into custody - charged as an accessory and for bribing law enforcement.

Detective Zack, the reliable insider she once bragged about, had already been arrested.

At the station, Willow watched Cici through the glass, her eyes burning with a rage only a grieving mother can hold.

Inside, Cici tried everything - tears, denial, claims of mental instability - but nothing worked.

There were no dirty cops this time. No family strings to pull. Alpha Sebastian had made sure of that.

The other boys had already confessed.

They described how Cici drugged Mason, tied him to her bed, and later strangled him.

The autopsy confirmed it. The evidence was airtight.

Nicole told her story too, voice shaking as two officers listened in horror.

What began as a normal afternoon had turned into a nightmare - and it all pointed back to Cici.

The touch sent an unexpected warmth down my spine.

"Whatever she is, they’re all just pawns in a losing game," he said, his thumb brushing my skin. "Nothing to worry about."

I relaxed slightly, but then realized his hand was still caressing my face - and I hadn’t even noticed or pulled away.

Embarrassed by my own lack of awareness, I removed his hand and looked away.

Alpha Sebastian simply adjusted his position, acting as though nothing unusual had happened.

At the restaurant, Willow shared her plans to take Nicole in and care for her.

The news surprised us slightly, but we all nodded supportively.

Whatever decision helped them heal was the right one - no one else had the right to judge.

Halfway through our meal, Nicole arrived. She wasn’t wearing her usual hat and mask.

Her scars were visible in the sunlight, but somehow they seemed less frightening than before.

Willow walked outside to meet her.

The two stood silently by the garden, neither speaking for a long moment.

Finally, Nicole broke the silence.

"Aunt Willow ..." she called tentatively.

Willow stepped forward and embraced her.

By four in the afternoon, our group left the restaurant, collected our luggage from the hotel, and prepared for the drive back to Denver.

I quickly claimed my own car. Riding with Alpha Sebastian felt too dangerous.

On the journey home, exhaustion finally caught up with me.

The immense weight I’d been carrying had lifted, leaving me feeling lighter than I had in years.

I promptly commandeered Harper as my pillow and fell into a peaceful sleep.

On the way, I vaguely heard Levan ask Harper if his arm was tired.

I was just ...too tired to wake up...