Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable-Chapter 20 Safe in His Arms

Sebastian’s pov

The door exploded open with a thunderous BANG.

The needle poised above Cecilia’s skin froze mid-air.

I stood in the doorway, breath ragged, Soren losing his mind with unrelenting fury inside me.

My security team poured into the room behind me, their footsteps thunderous on the floor. I didn’t need to give them orders—they knew. In seconds, those animals were on the ground, tackled, disarmed, screaming like rats dragged from a sewer.

Two female hotel staff followed close behind, just as I’d instructed. I couldn’t bring myself to step inside just yet. My fists were clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms. I was seconds away from losing whatever shred of control I had left.

My white shirt was half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Sweat clung to my skin, already flushed from rushing here, but it wasn’t just exertion—it was rage. Burning, pure rage.

The Alpha mask I’d worn for years—cold, composed, untouchable—was gone.

Destroyed.

Because of her.

Because I saw terror in her eyes.

Because I couldn’t stand the thought of her being hurt.

What took its place was something primal—wild, all-consuming, and focused on one thing:

Protect her. No matter what.

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Liam met me outside the room a minute later. His face was tight, serious.

"She’s in shock," he said quietly. "They didn’t get very far—her clothes were torn, but nothing else happened. She tried to bite her tongue when we entered... must’ve thought—" He stopped himself. "We covered her with your jacket. She’s conscious, but won’t talk."

I nodded once, jaw clenched.

"I told the staff to keep quiet," he added. "They won’t talk."

I didn’t respond.

I couldn’t.

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When I finally stepped into the room, the silence was deafening.

She lay on the bed, curled into herself like something fragile and fading. Her face was streaked with tears. Blood stained the corner of her mouth—she had actually tried to do it. Her wrists were red and raw where the restraints had cut into her.

Something shattered in my chest.

I walked closer, slowly, as if any sudden move might make her vanish.

Kneeling beside the bed, I reached out, fingertips trembling, and barely brushed her cheek.

To my surprise, she leaned into the touch.

Her skin, warm against my palm, felt like coming back to life.

I froze.

Then slowly, she opened her eyes—those soft, disoriented eyes, unfocused and lost. She looked at me like a wounded doe, unsure whether to flee or collapse into my arms.

I swallowed hard and gently stroked her hair, keeping my voice low. "Don’t be afraid," I whispered.

She blinked once, then closed her eyes again.

But not from fear.

It felt like she trusted me.

Cecilia’s pov

I was floating in a nightmare. Hands grabbing at me. Voices laughing. Pain spreading through my body from where the needle had pierced my skin.

Then suddenly... nothing. The hands vanished. The laughter stopped.

Instead, warmth enveloped me. A clean, woodsy scent filled my nostrils—powerful, protective, familiar.

I couldn’t open my eyes, but I didn’t need to.

I felt myself being carried, cradled against a strong chest. Even in my drugged state, my body instinctively moved toward that source of warmth.

Sebastian

I carried Cecilia through the hotel’s discreet side exit, shielding her from every curious look, every whisper that dared rise. No one would see her like this—exposed, shaken, fragile.

We needed to get her to a hospital. Immediately

Liam was already waiting in the car, engine running.

I slid into the backseat with her still in my arms. I didn’t even consider setting her beside me. She was barely conscious, her body limp with whatever drugs they’d given her.

She curled against me, her head resting on my shoulder. One hand lay limply against my chest while the other clutched the back of my shirt as if afraid I might disappear.

She seemed drifting between consciousness and sleep.

I held her tighter.

I could feel her heart racing against mine, fast and irregular. Her skin was feverish, her breath shallow.

The car remained silent as we drove through the night. Hitting a sharp turn, Liam’s tense driving caused Cecilia’s head to slide across my shoulder.

Her soft lips brushed against my neck, and I went rigid immediately.

In her semi-conscious state, she instinctively moved the hand on my chest upward, looping it around my neck.

Something had startled her. She shifted slightly, her breathing quickening. Each warm exhale against my throat felt like gentle kisses on my Adam’s apple.

Soren came alive inside me, alert and possessive.

[Our mate needs us], he growled, his voice rough with longing.

[Hold her! Let us protect her properly.]

My grip on her waist tightened, jaw clenched.

[No.

Not now.]

I brushed a strand of hair from her damp temple, soothing her shivers with the barest touch of my thumb.

"You’re safe now," I whispered, my voice lower than I intended—hoarse, almost reverent.

I wasn’t sure if she heard.

But I said it for her.

And for myself.

"You’re safe now," I murmured, though I wasn’t sure if she could hear me.

When we arrived at the hospital, Liam glanced at my flushed face. "Sir, are you... running a fever?"

"You talk way too much," I replied coldly, giving him a sharp look before carrying Cecilia into the hospital.

Liam remained by the car, confused. "What did I do wrong?" he muttered to himself.

The private hospital had been given a heads up. Medical staff rushed forward the moment I entered, ready to take over Cecilia’s care.

Cecilia

I woke at half past midnight, fighting through the brain fog.

My first instinct was to check my body for signs of violation. Finding no pain or discomfort, I released a shaky breath of relief.

Only then did I notice Sebastian Black sitting in a chair nearby.

He had saved me.

"Sebas..." My voice came out raspy and difficult, barely forming his name before my phone rang on the bedside table.

He picked it up, checking the screen. "It’s your mother."

My parents must be worried out of their minds. I’d told them I was just meeting a friend before coming home, but hours had passed.

Sebastian answered the call. "Hello?"

My mother’s voice came through, audibly startled by the male voice. "Who is this?"

"I’m a friend of Cecilia’s. She’s currently..." Sebastian glanced at me as I frantically waved my hands, begging him not to tell her. But he continued anyway, "...in the hospital."

I sank back against the pillows. Shit.

My parents immediately insisted on coming. Sebastian gave them the address despite my objections.

After hanging up, he defended himself: "At this hour, with me answering your phone, I could hardly lie and say you were just out partying. That would worry them more."

I started to argue but eventually deflated, knowing he was right.

Struggling to speak clearly, I managed to say, "Could you at least ask the doctor to tell them it was a fender bender? They can’t handle the truth about what happened."

"There isn’t much ’truth’ to tell. Those men didn’t... succeed in their intentions,," he said, choosing his words with care..

But we both knew how close I’d come to disaster. The sedative they’d injected would have rendered me completely helpless. And that second syringe that had fallen on the bed—filled with some poison that would have destroyed my life. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Even so," I insisted, "I don’t want my parents knowing. Please."

Sebastian remained silent for a moment before nodding in agreement. Then he asked carefully, "Do you know who set this up?"

"Hell yes," I answered, my hands gradually tightening on the bedsheets. Hatred burned in my eyes as I thought about Xavier and Cici’s sick betrayal. "I know exactly who’s responsible."