Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Chapter 321 Truths and Lies

Cecilia’s pov

I felt Sebastian’s steady hand guiding me back to the house, his grip firm but gentle.

My legs moved on autopilot. My brain, not so much.

My head was still spinning from the dinner disaster, but at least I’d escaped before completely humiliating myself in front of his family.

He took me upstairs to his bedroom. He didn’t stay here often, but everything was spotless. The closet was full of his clothes, as if he could move in at any second.

It looked like a hotel suite someone important might visit once a month.

Everything in place, untouched... except now, me.

Sebastian helped me into a plush armchair before crossing the room to open a window.

Cool evening air rushed in, making the sheer curtains float like ghosts against the darkening sky.

"Still feeling sick?" he asked, his voice carefully neutral.

"A little better now," I replied.

The conversation felt calm, almost too calm. Like both of us were pretending we weren’t standing on the edge of something huge.

Sebastian sat beside me, his presence both comforting and intimidating.

The breeze moved the curtains in steady waves, but he didn’t speak.

Then, without warning, his fingers brushed against my abdomen. Just the lightest touch.

"You’re pregnant," he said softly.

Not a question. A fact. Unshakable. Non-negotiable.

A small jolt passed through me.

His eyes met mine. They were dark and steady, with a tenderness that caught me off guard.

"I’ve suspected since your scent started to change," he said.

"You kept pretending nothing was different, but Cece..." His voice dropped an octave.

"Did you really think I wouldn’t know?"

I sat frozen. My mind scrambled to catch up with my body.

After what felt like forever, I gave a small nod.

"Yes," I whispered."It’s true."

His expression changed in a second.

I had never seen him like that. His whole face lit up, like the sun rising over the mountains.

This man, who always held himself so tightly, couldn’t hide the joy spilling through his eyes.

His hand stayed on my stomach, gentler now.

I looked up and forced myself to speak before he got carried away.

"The baby’s inside me. That means I get to decide what happens, right?"

Sebastian met my gaze.

Something flickered in his eyes. It was sharp and hard to read, but it vanished before I could name it.

"Of course," he said easily.

Then, in the same calm voice, he asked, "So what has Cece decided?"

His words were soft, but I felt the weight behind them.

He’d answered my question. Now he wanted his.

I took a breath and tried to sort through the chaos in my head.

"I’m not ready to marry someone just because I’m pregnant," I began. "We barely know each other."

"It’s not that you’re wrong for me. It’s that I’m not ready for this kind of commitment."

"I like you, Sebastian. I really do. You make me feel things I’d almost forgotten how to feel."

"But that’s not enough. Not for something this permanent."

I looked down at my hands, then back at him. I needed him to understand.

"I’m okay being your girlfriend. But I’m not ready for rings, or vows, or a future I can’t walk away from if I need to."

"Marriage doesn’t feel like a fairytale to me anymore," I said, my tone calm and clear.

"It looks like a trap I barely escaped once."

"Your mom says she accepts me now, and maybe that’s true," I went on, tone even.

"But what about a year from now? Or five years? When the shine wears off and she starts wondering if I’m really enough for her Alpha son."

I let out a small breath, more amused than hurt.

"And your grandmother? Please."

"She’s disliked me from the start. If she ever runs out of reasons, she’ll invent new ones."

I looked at him then, not searching his face for reassurance, just making sure he was listening.

"So no, I’m not going to be your Luna."

I hesitated, the next part like swallowing glass.

"And the truth is..." I exhaled sharply.

"Ending the pregnancy might still be the best choice for me."

I narrowed my eyes. My guard shot back up.

"You’re not just saying all this to talk me into keeping the baby, right?" My voice was sharp now, edged with suspicion.

He paused, then tilted his head.

"You really think I’m only here for the kid?"

I stayed quiet. The silence stretched.

He stepped closer, his voice lower, steadier.

"You matter more than the baby."

That stopped me.

"None of this was part of the plan. But now that it’s real, I’m not going to make it worse by turning against you."

"What good would it do me to take a child away from their mother? To make you hate me? To raise a baby on resentment? That’s not love. That’s ego."

I must’ve looked surprised, because his tone softened even more.

"I just want to give the baby a shot at life. I love kids. And I love you more."

He smiled faintly.

"I’ll be there. I’ll help. Just... don’t make them call me ’Uncle Sebastian,’ okay?"

Could he really be this reasonable? No way. Not a chance.

My brain lit up with alarms. This was textbook manipulation—say all the right things, make it sound so good you forget to check what’s in the fine print.

I raised a hand, needing him to stop.

"Stop. I can’t keep doing this right now. My head’s a mess. Just... give me some space, okay?"

Sebastian didn’t push. Instead, he pulled me gently into his arms.

I leaned into his chest, too tired to resist.

His hand moved through my hair in calm, rhythmic strokes. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Take all the time you need," he said softly.

"And if anything scares you, talk to me. Just don’t do something alone that we can’t come back from."

I didn’t reply. But I heard what he was really saying.

Think it through, Cece. Just don’t make a move I can’t come back from.

He never said the words, but the message was there. Quiet, solid, and impossible to ignore.

And I stayed quiet, curled against him, already carrying more than I knew how to hold.