Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable Chapter 35 I Should Have Known It Was Him

Harper’s pov

"You love her, yet you slept with Cici?" I slamd my fist on the desk, rage burning through . "Why don’t you just drop dead already?"

My hand stung from hitting the wood, but I didn’t care. If I weren’t facing an Alpha wolf who could tear apart, I swear I would’ve cracked that ashtray over Xavier’s skull.

Xavier jumped up, the shredded divorce papers sliding from his lap and scattering across the floor like confetti. His golden eyes flashed dangerously, the wolf just beneath his skin.

"Everything she sold, everything she burned—I’ll get it all back. And that stubborn heart of hers?" His canines glead in the light as his Alpha aura thickened the air. "Mark my words, she’s my Luna Cecilia. She’s bound to in this lifeti and every rebirth the Moon Goddess grants."

He spun on his heel and stord toward the door, his broad shoulders tight with tension.

I stood there stunned for a mont before chasing after him. "What you just tore up was a copy, you idiot!" I shouted at his retreating back. "Don’t think that will derail the divorce! It won’t work! I’m telling you it won’t work!"

Fucking asshole. Acting like the devoted husband now? Where was all this passion when he was screwing that Shadow Pack bitch behind Cecilia’s back?

Too little, too late.

I massaged my temples, fighting off a headache. With that attitude, this divorce was going to be a total nightmare.

Xavier’s pov

The spring rain fell cold and bitter around as I sat on the steps outside our villa, watching the security footage from the night she burned our wedding photos. She stood in the yard, her eyes reflecting such profound grief as she looked at , before decisively dropping the lighter into the tal bin...

What was I doing in that mont?

The footage showed sitting inside, glued to my phone, laughing. The sight was like a punch to the gut—I couldn’t bear to look, couldn’t bear to rember or think too deeply about it. If I could turn back ti to that night, I would never be such a bastard again. I would beg for her forgiveness, tell her that she was the only one I truly loved.

Rain fell on my face, but what rolled down my cheeks was scalding.

Beta Henry stood behind , holding an umbrella, but the downpour was too heavy to keep dry. Beta Henry wouldn’t comnt on my personal life, but today’s outco... it was bound to happen. My Luna was too clever not to have discovered my betrayal.

"Buy back all the jewelry my mate sold. Put everything back where it was," I ordered, my voice rough.

"Yes, Alpha."

"The wedding photos—recreate them exactly as they were. Sa fras, sa positions on the walls."

"Of course."

Beta Henry agreed to everything, but we both knew the truth. Things bought back weren’t the originals. Wedding photos recreated from ashes were just cheap imitations. The aning she’d once attached to them had been scorched away. Would she feel anything but contempt for such gestures?

My phone buzzed against my thigh. I answered slowly, as if moving underwater.

"Alpha Xavier, we’ve tracked down your mate. Yesterday afternoon, she used her credit card at a mall in Singapore."

"Singapore?" My brow furrowed. "That’s impossible. I checked all flight records—there was nothing."

"We found border exit docuntation. She left on a Gulfstream G650 private jet. However, the owner’s information is classified."

My face darkened as realization hit like a thunderbolt.

I ended the call and strode into the rain, no longer caring about getting soaked. "Get the pack jet ready. I’m going to Singapore ASAP. And find out if Alpha Sebastian is in Singapore too."

In all of Denver, only one Alpha had the power and resources to whisk away my mate without leaving a trace.

I should have known it was him!

Author’s pov

The next morning, after finishing her breakfast, Cecilia returned to her room to change. She chose a business casual outfit paired with comfortable flats—ideal for the upcoming factory inspection. Before leaving the hotel, she slipped a voice recorder into her bag and quietly slipped out.

anwhile, as Sebastian was preparing to leave for the summit, he noticed Cecilia’s absence.

"Where is she?" he asked, his deep voice carrying the unmistakable edge of Alpha authority even in casual conversation.

"She went to inspect the factory," Beta Sawyer responded carefully. "She spotted so discrepancies in the data and wanted to investigate."

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering in his gaze. "Is she playing hooky because she’s upset?"

He was clearly thinking about the confrontation from the night before—about how he’d grabbed her.

Beta Sawyer quickly clarified, "No, no, she’s actually at the factory. The issue isn’t huge, but it’s not trivial either. We were going to give you a heads up, but your schedule is slamd today, so she decided to handle it herself."

Sebastian studied him for a mont before nodding, seemingly satisfied with the explanation.

Cecilia’s pov

I took a taxi to the factory, allowing myself to enjoy the scenic coastal views along the way. Singapore was beautiful—so different from the mountainous territory of Denver where Xavier’s Blood Moon Pack ruled.

When I arrived at the offshore facility, I introduced myself to the waiting staff. The factory manager imdiately ca out to greet , flanked by administrative and financial personnel. He was a stocky man in his forties, dium height with dark skin that spoke of years under the sun. His face broke into an unctuous smile when he saw .

After brief introductions, I learned the manager’s na was Thomas Dunn, a local who had climbed the ladder from the factory floor over fifteen years.

"We’ve all been so excited about Alpha Sebastian’s inspection visit," he gushed, practically drooling at the thought of eting the Silver Peak Pack leader. "Everyone wants to see him in person."

I held back a laugh. "I’m afraid his royal highness won’t show up today—his schedule is too packed. You’ll have to make do with just ."

"Ms. Moore is more beautiful than any pageant queen," Thomas replied smoothly. "It’s hardly ’making do’."

"You’re laying the flattery on a bit thick, Mr. Dunn."

After our pleasant yet obviously fake exchange, Thomas showed around the managent offices, production floor, and cafeteria. I took my ti, asking production questions while occasionally snapping photos with my phone, explaining they were for the Alpha to review later.

By lunchti, I told Thomas I wanted to eat in the employee cafeteria.

I got in line with the workers, filled my tray, and deliberately sat with three female factory workers. I started with small talk to make them comfortable, then gradually steered the discussion toward their punch-in procedures.

The ti clocks were positioned at the workshop entrance, I learned, with no security caras monitoring them. Anyone could potentially clock in for soone else without detection.

"I’ve heard you have ghost employees here," I said conspiratorially, lowering my voice.

One worker’s eyes widened. "Where did you hear that?"

"Managent ntioned it. Apparently, there are two people who clock in every day but nobody ever sees them."

The three won looked at each other in alarm—confusion, shock, and anxiety crossing their faces.

After a pause, the oldest worker hesitantly asked, "Are you talking about Min Lee and Wenster Brown?"

My eyes brightened. "Yes, exactly! So you do know about them."

"I’m a veteran here. Those two were hired recently, so the others wouldn’t know. At first, none of us paid attention—we’re all too exhausted from work to care who’s coming and going. But after a while, people realized nobody had ever laid eyes on these two employees. When we asked the shift supervisor about it, he bit our heads off and told us to mind our own business, so we dropped it."

Another worker gasped. "That’s creepy as hell! Who’s punching their cards? Real ghosts?"

The third woman joined in, visibly frightened. "What if they died in so factory accident and are stuck in a loop?"

I remained silent, letting them talk. From their reactions, it was clear the regular employees were completely in the dark about this sche. My recorder captured every word, including those crucial nas.

Across the cafeteria, I noticed Thomas and his financial team eyeing us intently.

That afternoon, I called a eting with the shift supervisor, HR manager, accountant, and Thomas.

With a pleasant smile that hid my real agenda, I announced, "I’d like to et Min Lee and Wenster Brown."

The room fell into a dead silence. Then the shift supervisor walked to the door, slamd it shut, and turned the lock with a definitive click.