Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Chapter 201 Boundaries Crossed

Cecilia’s pov

I froze in the doorway, instantly wide awake.

The fog of exhaustion that had been clouding my brain vanished like morning mist under a blowtorch.

Had I been even slightly more alert, I would’ve heard the voices before barging in.

Sebastian and Amara stood on opposite sides of his bed, locked in what was clearly a heated confrontation.

Sebastian’s face was thunderous, dark with barely contained rage.

Amara looked utterly humiliated, wearing nothing but a thin camisole top.

Both heads whipped toward me at my entrance.

"Cecilia..." Sebastian strode toward me, his expression shifting.

I held up a hand, stopping him mid-step.

"No need to explain. Beta Sawyer asked me to wake you. Clearly, Miss Amara beat me to it."

I kept my tone smooth, professional, and just sharp enough to draw blood.

"Good to see you’re awake, Alpha."

Sebastian opened his mouth, then closed it.

I forced an awkward smile, glancing once more at the rest room.

"I’ll... just be going." I turned to leave.

Sebastian followed me back to my office.

I heard his footsteps behind me and felt a flash of irritation, but what could I do? I turned to face him.

"Perhaps we could discuss this after work?" I suggested professionally. "I should remind you that your meeting with the department heads begins in twenty-five minutes. You might want to ask Miss Amara to... make herself presentable. Otherwise, they might get the wrong impression, which wouldn’t reflect well on either of you."

"Are you always this calm, Miss Moore?" Sebastian’s voice was low, tension pulling at every syllable.

I met his gaze without flinching. "No. Just selective."

He stepped forward and pulled me into a tight embrace before I could say more. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Sebastian buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t handle that situation properly. She came in without warning and I wasn’t prepared. But nothing happened, Cecilia. You have to believe that."

" I do believe you. That doesn’t mean I’m okay with what I walked into."I said softly, my hand instinctively moving to stroke his back.

There was no reason for him to lie.

If Sebastian wanted someone else, he wouldn’t need deception--he was an Alpha, after all.

And the scene I’d walked in on clearly wasn’t intimate--tense and awkward, yes, but not romantic.

I wasn’t stupid.

I just hated this kind of drama. Even clumsy, ineffective drama was enough to sour my mood.

Sebastian straightened up, his eyes meeting mine. "I’m resolving this tonight. I warned her--one more incident and she leaves Denver. I meant it."

I arched a brow. "You warned her before. She’s still here."

I stepped away, smoothed my blouse.

"Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have actual work to do. And you have a meeting to lead--ideally in something that covers more than your collarbone."

Sebastian’s mouth quirked in a reluctant half-smile. "Go ahead."

With a sigh, I walked back to his dressing room, but Amara had already vanished.

Thank the Goddess for small mercies.

I returned and helped Sebastian back to his office, handing him his suit.

While he dressed, I straightened up the rest area, wrinkling my nose at the lingering scent of my perfume.

Then a disturbing thought struck me.

Sebastian usually slept like the dead.

What if Amara had... taken advantage of him while he was out cold?

What if she’d kissed him? Touched him?

Both?

So I wasn’t surprised to find her standing stiff near the entryway, her heartbeat practically audible.

Dad, as always, tried to buffer. He smiled, a little too brightly.

"Well, isn’t this a nice surprise? Both of you home," my mother said, her voice straining under the weight of forced optimism.

I pulled out a chair and sat. Said nothing.

Amara followed, her face pale and tight, like she was bracing for impact.

The air in the room shifted--not quite silent, but loaded.

"Mother," I said eventually.

She flinched slightly, then recovered. "Don’t blame Amara. She’s just... having a hard time letting go. Give her a little space--I’ll talk to her."

"I already gave her space," I said, my voice flat. "I made myself clear before she came back. You remember what I said?"

"Of course," she nodded quickly. "You said not to make trouble for Miss Moore. And she hasn’t! I heard they’ve been getting along quite well."

I looked at her evenly. "Whether she’s bothering Cecilia is beside the point. She’s bothering me."

My gaze cut to Amara.

"Would you like me to spell out exactly how?"

Her cheeks flushed, lips parted, but no words came.

I turned back to my mother.

"Showing up uninvited. Undermining my boundaries. Publicly humiliating the woman I love."

"That’s not passive. That’s targeted."

I leaned back, letting the silence do the rest.

"So here’s where we are," I said. "Either Amara leaves Denver, or I bring Cecilia here--and you can explain to her why she’s suddenly walking into a house where she’s not wanted."

"Your call."

All three of them stared at me like I’d just flipped a table.