Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Chapter 147 Quid Pro Quo

Cecilia’s pov

I turned numbly and placed my coffee back in my office before heading to the Alpha’s suite.

Alpha Sebastian stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, head slightly bowed as he scrolled through something on his phone.

My eyes immediately zeroed in on the small bandage covering the spot on his neck where I’d... oh God... where I’d bitten him last night.

I mentally shushed her and forced my voice to remain steady. "You wanted to see me, Alpha?"

"I need you to accompany me somewhere this afternoon," he replied without looking up.

The words tumbled out before I could stop them. "To get your rabies shot?"

His fingers froze mid-scroll.

He turned slowly, those midnight eyes finding mine. "I beg your pardon?"

I swallowed hard but stood my ground.

But I held my ground - barely. "I mean, I heard about your... incident last night. With the cat. And while it’s obviously not my place to critique your personal choices - maybe, in the future, don’t provoke small, emotionally unstable felines?"

Silence.

The kind of silence that makes you rethink all your life decisions and possibly your birth.

Alpha Sebastian stared at me for a long, agonizing beat.

His expression was unreadable, except for the distinct gleam of danger in his eyes.

Then he said, voice low and precise, like a scalpel wrapped in velvet, "Interesting. Because I don’t recall mentioning anything about a cat."

He slowly touched the bandage on his neck, eyes never leaving mine. "Though I suppose with this... Liam and Beta Sawyer jumped to conclusions--wild ones at that."

His lips curled into a slow, amused smile. The kind that made my stomach drop and my brain short-circuit.

"And for the record," he added, "I would never antagonize a cat. Especially not one with such... sharp little teeth."

I was going to die here. In this office. From crushing embarrassment. And possibly spontaneous combustion.

"Then why the hospital visit?" I managed to ask.

"A courtesy call," he replied simply.

"I see."

Embarrassment crawled up my spine. I nodded stiffly. "I’ll be ready whenever you need me. If there’s nothing else..."

I backed away two steps before turning to leave.

The moment I was through the door, I wanted to howl in mortification.

In the hallway, I was doing my best impression of a perfectly functioning adult when Beta Sawyer emerged from the break room, holding a mug that looked like it was brewing a forest floor.

He leaned in, voice low and dramatic.

"Hospital confirmed? I saw the Alpha checking out his neck in the mirror. Twice. He looked... mildly haunted. Honestly, what made him pet a stray cat? Has he never read a single internet horror story?"

I froze. Mostly because I was still recovering from the secondhand embarrassment.

Desperate to change the subject before my face permanently turned into a tomato, I pointed at his mug.

"What’s in that? It looks like you mugged a pine tree and steeped the evidence."

He grinned. "Alpha Max Herbal Power Blend."

"...That sounds illegal."

"It’s all-natural," he said proudly. "Twelve herbs. Two roots. One mission."

I raised an eyebrow. "Which is?"

He pulled out his phone and sent me a link without saying a word.

I clicked it - and was immediately assaulted by an ad that screamed testosterone.

ALPHA MAX: UNLEASH THE BEAST

BOOST STRENGTH. STAMINA. SUPREMACY.

ENDORSED BY RETIRED MMA FIGHTERS AND YOUR UNCLE WHO SWEARS BY GINSENG

NOT RECOMMENDED FOR THE FAINT OF HEART OR THOSE WHO FEAR THEIR OWN POWER

Everything was in bold red font, as if subtlety had been declared illegal.

I looked up slowly, blinking. "Sawyer... you don’t have to try this hard to prove you have testosterone. We believe you."

He looked genuinely puzzled. "It’s good for circulation."

"Yeah. And ego inflation."

I gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder, the kind you give someone who just joined a questionable pyramid scheme, and fled to my office before I burst out laughing.

Sebastian

The morning meeting dragged on longer than necessary - territorial disputes between pack members that could have been solved with a single Alpha command, but I preferred to let them work through their issues democratically when possible.

My wolf, Soren, disagreed, huffing impatiently throughout.

We could be spending this time with our little cat instead he grumbled internally.

He glared. I smiled.

"Quid pro quo," I added sweetly.

The monitor beside his bed began beeping more insistently.

"Get out," Remy snapped. "I need to rest."

I smiled pleasantly. "Of course. When you’ve recovered, I’ll personally arrange some entertainment for you. Something truly... stimulating."

I turned to leave, then paused at the door. "By the way, those nude photographs turned out remarkably well."

Remy’s face went from green to ghost-white.

"I was concerned they might fall into the wrong hands, so I’ve acquired all copies. Don’t worry - your wife won’t see them."

"Alpha Sebastian," he pleaded, dropping all pretense, "those photos serve no purpose for you. Return them to me, won’t you?"

My smile never wavered. "Rest well, Uncle. We won’t disturb you further."

I closed the door gently behind us, but not before Remy’s creative string of curses escaped into the hallway.

Cecilia’s pov

In the elevator, I couldn’t contain my curiosity any longer.

"What happened to Remy?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager.

Alpha Sebastian’s eyes gleamed with wicked amusement. "He developed an infatuation with an actress who’s under the protection of a particularly territorial business rival. Poor Remy was absolutely lovesick, and as his junior colleague, I felt obligated to... assist."

I caught on immediately. "So you helped him fulfill his desire."

He tapped the tip of my nose with one finger, sending an electric current down my spine. "My clever little secretary."

"A director was gathering investors for a new film. I recommended Remy, mentioning casually that this actress would be attending. He was... enthusiastic." Alpha Sebastian’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "After dinner and drinks, our overeager friend visited the actress’s hotel room, disrobed completely, and attempted to force himself on her."

"Let me guess - her protector arrived?"

"Precisely. And now Remy has a souvenir collection of bruises, broken bones, and - " he smirked, " - a rather unflattering nude photoshoot."

I shuddered involuntarily. "Remy’s nudes are definitely not something I needed in my mental image gallery."

As we exited the hospital into the bright sunshine, I checked my watch - nearly 11 AM.

"Back to the office, Alpha?"

Alpha Sebastian shook his head. "No. Cassian Locke is in Denver. He’s asked us for lunch."

I froze mid-step. Cassian?