Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable-Chapter 331 Confronting Truths

Cecilia’s pov

"What about this afternoon?" I asked suddenly, right as Sebastian’s car rolled out of the apartment complex.

Sebastian kept his eyes on the road, calm as ever, as we crawled into morning traffic.

"You look like I just told you we’re having dinner with the Elder Council," he said with a soft laugh. "If you don’t want to go, then don’t. I’ll say you’re not feeling well, or that the scent of blood at the infirmary is making you nauseous. They’ll back off."

Still, anxiety twisted in my stomach.

"If I skip it, they’ll think something’s up. Like I’m hiding something," I muttered.

"But if I do go, any decent doctor in that room will figure it out in five seconds. I’m pregnant, Sebastian. It’s not exactly subtle."

A faint smile tugged at his lips. "So you’ve already thought it through."

I turned to stare out the window, irritation simmering just beneath the surface.

After a long pause, I asked the question that had been eating at me for days. "When the baby gets here... do you think your parents will even be okay with them taking my last name?"

I glanced over at him, then said more firmly, "And just to be clear, your approval isn’t enough. I need more than a promise. I need something binding. Something the Pack can’t ignore."

He didn’t answer right away. The smile lingered, unreadable this time.

Then, without a word, he eased the car over and parked beneath the wide shadow of an tree.

Only then did he turn to face me.

He reached over gently, smoothing the frown line between my brows like it bothered him.

"Don’t do that," he said softly. "You’re overthinking this."

"You act like this is a trap, but it’s just another challenge. You don’t wait for the Pack’s blessing, Cece. You make the call. You say, this is my pup, these are my terms. And you fight for them."

He looked me dead in the eye.

"And about the name...Yeah, you’re right. My say doesn’t matter more than yours. You’re the mother. You have just as much claim. Maybe even more. We’re the ones who brought this life into the world. The Pack doesn’t get to decide unless we let them."

He held my gaze, his eyes steady and sincere. "I’ve got your back, Cece. On this, and on everything else."

"And after the baby’s born, if anyone gives you trouble, I’ll take care of it. You won’t have to do a thing. I promise."

His voice was low and smooth, way too easy to believe.

The kind of voice that made you want to think everything would work out, even when you knew it probably wouldn’t.

But I’d been preparing for this. I wasn’t about to get swept away by charm and empty reassurances.

"That sounds nice and all," I said, keeping my eyes on him. "But words don’t last. You’re an Alpha. You’ve got a pack, a business, a hundred things to deal with. What if you forget all about this in a month?"

Sebastian laughed under his breath. "Cece, I’ve got a memory like a steel trap. I can recite full contracts after reading them once."

That gave me an idea.

"Then let’s make one," I said, sitting up straighter. "A contract. Something official. Black and white. With your signature and mine."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation. "Absolutely. One hundred percent necessary."

He sighed, the sound long and resigned.

"Alright. If that’s what you need, I’ll cooperate. You draft it, and we’ll review it together." A slow smirk curved his lips. "I’ll want some rights in there, though. Can’t have you getting everything."

I narrowed my eyes, but nodded. "Fair enough."

"Good. Then it’s settled."

It should’ve felt like progress. Like something real. But his words left this weird feeling in my chest, like I was missing something.

Before I could dwell on it, Sebastian cut through the silence."So... about this afternoon. Final answer?"

I exhaled. "No. Please make an excuse."

"No problem," he said smoothly. "I’ll tell them you’re not feeling well."

Then his tone changed, still casual but more careful. "If they bring up the pregnancy again, do you want me to keep denying it? Or just tell them the truth?"

I hesitated, fingers curling in my lap. "...Let’s keep it quiet. For now."

"Got it," he said, nodding. "I’ll play dumb."

He started the engine again, pulling back onto the road.

"And Cece, take your time with the contract. If you need anything, just let me know."

"Mm-hmm," I murmured, already feeling the beginnings of a headache forming behind my eyes.

--

At work, I immediately immersed myself in my tasks, outlining a detailed schedule before heading into the morning meeting.

In the conference room, I kept my expression neutral, the kind that gave away nothing. Sebastian sat across from me, occasionally glancing my way while listening to the reports, his face unreadable.

When the presentations finished, Vice President Wiley started talking about how things were going with the Shadow Pack. But he barely got a sentence out before someone cut him off.

"Miss Moore, are you feeling unwell?"Alpha Yardley was smiling at me.

Every head in the room turned.

I hesitated for just a second.

My fingers hovered over my keyboard, but I quickly forced a polite smile and lifted my head. "Thank you for your concern, Alpha Yardley, but I’m fine."

"You don’t look fine," he insisted, voice coated in false concern. "Your face is as pale as the full moon. You really should take it easy."

Was I really that pale?

"Your health comes first. Sawyer, escort Miss Moore back to her office. She needs to rest. You can handle her duties for the rest of the day."

My mouth opened to object, but Sawyer was already beside me, offering an arm.

The room went quiet. Everyone stared at me.

I felt numb.

Under their collective scrutiny, I stood and walked out, trying to keep my back straight and my expression composed, as if I hadn’t just been publicly sidelined.

In the hallway, I pulled my arm free from Sawyer’s gentle grip.

"I’m fine, really. You don’t need to walk me back."

He gave me a knowing look. "Cecilia, when the Alpha Yardley shows that kind of public concern, it’s not just about your health. He’s basically announcing..."

"Stop right there," I cut him off sharply.

Sawyer raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. No premature celebrations."

He shifted gears quickly and brought up movies, music, and gossip, clearly trying to keep the mood light.

We kept the banter going all the way back upstairs, the tension easing with every step.

--

By lunchtime, I’d been planning to grab a bite with Sebastian.

But when I stopped by his office, his assistant told me he was out for a business lunch.

I considered joining a few coworkers instead, but the last thing I needed was to have morning sickness hit in the middle of a crowded lunch table.

Especially not after this morning’s little incident.

My inbox was already blowing up with messages that ranged from sincere concern to thinly disguised curiosity.

I didn’t even want to imagine the rumors flying through the office grapevine.

Delivery it is, then.

Just as I was scrolling through food apps, Liam appeared, balancing a tray of containers with practiced ease.

"Alpha Sebastian said I’m now in charge of all three of your daily meals," he announced, dead serious. "He also said these delivery options are completely unacceptable for your current... condition."

I blinked, a little surprised.

Then I looked at the food he brought. It was warm, healthy, and obviously made with care.

A quiet warmth crept through me.

Liam had always been kind.

So had Sawyer. And Tang.

And Sebastian... well, despite everything, I liked being around him more than I cared to admit.

It wouldn’t be so bad if things stayed this way.

"Cecilia? You look miles away," Liam said gently, noticing my silence.

I smiled. "Just deciding what to eat first."

He chuckled. "Eat whatever you want. I’ll give you some peace and check back in later." With that, he left me to my meal.

After I finished, Liam returned to collect the empty containers. But instead of leaving right away, he lingered near the door, clearly debating something.

"Liam?" I tilted my head. "Is something wrong?"

He hesitated, then stepped closer. "There’s something I think you should know. I’ve been going back and forth about telling you... but I think it’s better you hear it from me."

I gestured to the sofa. "Alright. Go ahead."

Liam sat down, his expression serious.

"It’s about Mr. Zane," he began. "This morning, after everyone else had left the apartment... he stayed behind. For quite a while."

I frowned. "He stayed behind? Doing what?"

Liam added slowly, "I saw him enter your room."