Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 235

Cecilia’s pov

Sebastian dropped his voice to a whisper, his eyes darkening mysteriously. “We might encounter all sorts of supernatural phenomena tonight.”

Supernatural, my ass.

stared at him flatly, unimpressed.

Sebastian cupped my face between his hands, gently squishing my cheeks. “Want to bet a ghost knocks on our door any minute now?”

“I swear to God, I’ll…”

Knock. Knock.

My hand froze mid-air, just inches from his chest.

The word “ghost” died on my tongue as a soft rap echoed through the room, followed by a woman’s trembling voice.

“Alpha Sebastian…”

Instant goosebumps.

A jolt of fear shot down my spine, and I instinctively threw myself into his arms like a scared cat diving for cover. My hands clutched his waist with a death grip.

What the hell? This couldn’t be real.

I pressed my face to his chest, holding my breath, eyes locked on the door. My fingers fisted the fabric of his shirt so hard my knuckles went white. His heartbeat stayed steady-meanwhile, mine was doing Olympic-level backflips.

“Alpha Sebastian… please help me… ” The voice cracked into a shaky, tearful plea.

Every hair on my neck stood at attention.

I glanced up at him and mouthed : Who’s out there?

Sebastian just smiled

He mouthed back: Who do you think?

I swallowed.

I didn’t believe in ghests. I also didn’t believe in astrology, pyramid schemes, or psychic readings.

But I was, undeniably, terrified of ghosts.

Sebastian leaned down, his breath warm against my ear. “Maybe we should help her. She sounds desperate.”

I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly sprained something. Desperate, my foot.

I grabbed his wrist and yanked him away from the door.

We backed onto the crimson velvet sofa at the foot of the bed.

Outside, the knocking and moaning kept going–low at first, then urgent, then… wild.

The voice pitched higher, almost feral. Like some horror movie extra who didn’t know when to quit.

Then…nothing.

Just silence.

Like someone hit mute on the world.

I didn’t move. Just waited. Five seconds. Ten.

Still nothing.

I finally let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

The adrenaline crash hit fast.

My hands trembled, heart still racing, as fear drained into something heavier. Not panic now, but disorientation.

My brain started working again.

I replayed the voice in my head. It sounded… kind of like the Japanese mogul’s wife.

We had only separated less than ten minutes ago.

So why would she show up at our door, moaning like she was being exorcised?

The question spun in my head, but no answer came. Just static.

A strange heaviness settled over my eyes, like my thoughts were being scrambled.

For a second, the room doubled in my vision.

blinked hard, pressed my fingers to my temple, and waited for the dizziness to pass.

When it did, I took a proper look around.

The room was dressed in velvet and antique wood, trying way too hard to be luxurious.

Low red light soaked everything in a glow that felt more bordello than boutique.

It should’ve looked elegant. It didn’t. It looked… staged. Off. Like a set someone forgot to clean up after filming a ghost story.

The air was thick with a cheap, cloying scent that tried to pass for perfume.

Not floral. Not earthy. Not even expensive. Just… wrong.

I frowned

“Aren’t you curious why she came looking for us?” His voice curled against my ear like silk and smoke.

Sebastian’s arms wrapped around me from behind, his breath ghosting over my skin.

I turned, a moment too slow.

The red light bathed his features in something… unholy.

Cold, elegant Sebastian suddenly looked like he belonged on the cover of a vampire romance novel.

Dangerous. And stupidly beautiful.

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