Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Chapter 215 Conflicting Priorities

Author’s pov

Mrs. Dahlia was still stammering excuses when Sebastian’s phone rang.

The moment he answered, his expression turned to stone.

Luna Regina’s terrified voice came through--splashes, gasps, then a scream abruptly cut off.

Mrs. Dahlia fell silent. Color drained from her face as Sebastian’s gaze snapped toward her, sharp and deadly.

"Shut up," he said, voice like arctic steel. "Answer me now--are there any pools, ponds, or water features on this property?"

The intensity in his eyes was so severe, Mrs. Dahlia physically flinched.

"Y-yes," she stammered. "There’s an indoor pool on the first floor and a pond in the east garden. Nothing else."

Sebastian didn’t waste a breath.

He dispatched two men toward the indoor pool and turned on his heel, sprinting toward the garden.

As he ran, one of his men caught up beside him. "Alpha--the signal jammers have been destroyed."

Sebastian immediately tapped Tang’s number.

Tang had just picked up a call from Harper when he saw Sebastian’s name flash on his screen. He didn’t hesitate.

"I need to take this--it’s my Alpha," he told Harper, already switching lines before she could respond.

"Ladies are safe," Tang reported quickly. "They’re in a secure location. I’m heading there now to--"

"East garden. pond. Now."

Sebastian’s voice was a gunshot."Luna Regina’s gone in."

"On it," Tang replied, already pivoting sharply, his boots skidding on damp grass as he launched into a full sprint across the lawn.

The radio at his hip crackled as he disappeared toward the eastern hedges.

--

Back behind the clematis wall, Harper stared at her phone, blinking.

The call had dropped. No--he’d hung up on her.

She looked up at Cecilia and Yvonne, both crouched awkwardly beside her in the shadows.

They were still clutching their shoes, dresses bunched at the knees, huddled like fugitives behind a wall of flowering vines.

"He hung up on me," she said flatly. "Actually hung up. Mid-sentence. Like I was a telemarketer."

Cecilia blinked. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyebrows had inched upward--just a little.

Yvonne grimaced. She muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, "Men."

Neither volunteered comfort.

Harper emitted a sound that was part laugh, part sigh. "I swear, the next time I see that man, I’m throwing my shoe at him."

--

By the time Sebastian reached the pond, Tang was already hauling Luna Regina from the water, both of them soaked and tangled in mud and pond weeds.

Though she knew how to swim, her evening gown had turned into deadweight, dragging her under like an anchor.

She’d managed to reach the edge--but collapsed unconscious the moment she pulled herself free.

Sebastian’s pulse thundered in his ears as he saw her deathly pale face.

He dropped to his knees, took her from Tang’s arms, and lifted her into his own.

"Get her to the hospital. Now," he snapped at the driver, already striding toward the SUV.

During the ride, Sebastian made a flurry of calls--first to his father, then to his siblings.

On speaker, Alpha Yardley’s voice came through, tight with emotion.

At last, Cecilia gave in and called him directly.

The call connected.

But instead of Sebastian’s voice, an automated message played:

"The person you are trying to reach is not available. Please leave a message after the tone."

She hung up immediately.

Harper and Yvonne exchanged a look--one of those wordless glances shared between women who knew exactly what wasn’t being said.

The silence that followed stretched thin and tight, like a rubber band about to snap.

Cecilia’s legs had gone completely numb from crouching.

The night air was growing colder by the minute.

They were barefoot, and their once-elegant dresses were now smeared with dirt and snagged at the hems--like Cinderella after midnight, minus the pumpkin carriage.

Finally, Yvonne exhaled sharply. "This is ridiculous," she muttered.

"We don’t have to sit here waiting for Tang like we’re stranded prom queens. I have other contacts in Denver--I’ll call someone."

Cecilia nodded, relieved. "Yes. Do it."

Because Yvonne was right.

Why were they tucked into shrubbery like forgotten props in someone else’s drama?

They weren’t helpless. They weren’t supporting characters.

And clearly--whatever Sebastian was dealing with had taken priority.

That realization settled over Cecilia like a cold weight.

It stung more than she wanted to admit.