Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Chapter 395 Threads of Deception

Author’s pov

Zaria nudged Luna Regina with her elbow, drawing her attention toward Luna Dora approaching them.

Both women tensed visibly, the awkwardness hanging thick in the air between them.

Since Luna Dora had initiated this encounter, she broke the silence first, her voice carefully controlled.

"We at Blood Moon Pack did wrong by Cecilia,"she admitted, swirling the wine in her glass. "That’s all in the past now. It’s... good that Luna Regina doesn’t hold her human background against her and has accepted her into Silver Peak."

Luna Regina’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"She helped me when she didn’t have to. We didn’t even know each other. If I still judged her after that, I’d be a terrible person. "

"I admit I valued pack lineage,"Luna Regina continued, her cheeks flushing slightly. "But upon reflection, she excels in every other way. She more than compensates for what she lacks in bloodline. Besides, none of that was ever her fault."

"Now that I’ve accepted her,"Luna Regina stated firmly, "I intend to welcome her fully as family."

Luna Dora’s face reddened further, but she didn’t seem bothered.

Her polite smile stayed in place, the kind of smile people wear at charity galas when the cameras are still rolling.

The Blood Moon Pack didn’t care about Cecilia anymore.

Luna Dora knew that even if she could go back, she’d still have judged Cecilia for her background.

Some things are just too deep to change overnight.

"You’re more open-minded than I expected,"Luna Dora conceded.

Luna Dora took a sip of her red wine, scanning the ballroom.

Crystal chandeliers glimmered overhead, and the hum of conversation blended with the soft jazz from the string quartet.

"Luna Regina, I couldn’t help noticing during our forest encounter that you and Lady Locke don’t seem to be on good terms. I’m surprised to see you here."

Luna Regina caught the abrupt shift to discussing Maggie.

The mention of that name was like a cold draft sweeping through the room.

Remembering how terrified Luna Dora had been of Maggie in the mountains, she countered, "You seemed quite afraid of her yourself, yet here you are."

Luna Dora’s grip tightened around her glass. "She invited our pack. Declining would have been... impolitic."

Luna Regina didn’t like Luna Dora much, but hearing that Maggie had personally invited the Blood Moon Pack made her uneasy.

"She’s bad news, "Luna Regina said quietly. "Once she picks a target, it never ends well. Be careful. She knows how to play people. "

Fear flickered across Luna Dora’s eyes, gone almost before it appeared. Her fingers tapped once against the glass, the only sign of unease, before she masked it with another social smile.

The orchestra swelled again, covering their silence.

Cecilia’s pov

The car glided through the darkness, approaching the Lawson estate.

My phone chimed with an incoming message.

When I glanced at the screen, my blood turned to ice. The air rushed from my lungs.

"Tang, pull over. Now."My voice came out barely above a whisper.

Tang quickly steered toward the shoulder, alarmed by my ghostly pallor. "Cecilia, what’s wrong ?"

Terror gripped my chest so tightly I could barely breathe.

I wasn’t just acting on impulse. Sebastian and Cassian would need time to get organized. Tang was already here, and we were closer to the scene.

"I know it’s probably a trap,"I said, "but we still have to go."

Tang’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. "You realize this could get us both killed. "

"Cecilia, please don’t put me in this position,"he pleaded, clearly conflicted.

I gave him my most imploring look, feeling tears well up. "They’re elderly women. Every minute we delay puts them at greater risk... "

Finally, Tang made a sharp U-turn with a defeated sigh. "Fine. If I die, I die."

"Thank you,"I breathed, relief washing over me. "I promise I won’t be a liability. I’ll follow your lead completely and take care of myself."

Tang muttered under his breath, something between a prayer and a curse.

Then he hit the gas. The car shot forward, headlights cutting through the dark like twin blades.

We decided against calling Sebastian immediately. He’d be furious learning we’d disobeyed orders to attempt a rescue.

While driving, Tang contacted the two bodyguards again, coordinating our approach. They would scout ahead while we followed closely behind.

Outside, the world blurred into streaks of shadow and light.

The only sounds were the low growl of the engine and the steady beep of my phone’s GPS. Every mile felt heavier than the last.

As Tang navigated through the darkened streets, I scrutinized the photo for any clues about their location, while keeping an eye on my phone for further messages.

Forty minutes later, we arrived near the address, parking in a concealed spot. The bodyguards had already gone ahead to reconnoiter.

My phone chimed again.