บททั้งหมดของ Rejected Their Broken Luna: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Cynthia Dion: "Open the door!" He rattled the doorknob forcefully, struggling to unlock it. He was determined to get inside, but I could hear my heart pounding louder than his attempts. My nightgown, which barely covered my thighs, was clutched tightly at the bottom.I hadn't expected him to spend the night in my room.I tried to shift away quietly, hoping he would think I was asleep, but he was too intoxicated to think rationally. His sole objective was to break the door down and enter, regardless of whether he woke up the entire mansion.I began to worry more than usual when a brief moment of silence filled the room. He was probably searching for his keys in his pocket when I heard the sound of keys jingling.I watched him enter with an angry expression after successfully unlocking the door. He stormed in, looking tired, and I took a step back.He stared at me with red eyes and messy clothes."Why didn't you open the door? Who were you hiding in here?" He shouted and glanced around

Atticus Snow:"You can't do this to me," she began to cry in front of me, refusing to acknowledge that this was the plan we had agreed upon. Enzo stood awkwardly beside us, glancing around, fully aware of what I was about to do."Rosalie," I rolled my eyes and urged her to stop protesting, "we made this plan together. Now please, quiet down and let's get it over with."She kept trying to persuade me not to reject her, but there was no way I could keep her with me and make Cynthia uncomfortable. It wouldn't make any sense, and I'd feel like a fool. I didn't want to be like Zeon Holt.He might cheat on his partners, but I would never do that to Cynthia, especially not after convincing myself to trust her words."I, Alpha King Atticus, reject you as my mate, Rosalie," I stated firmly, maintaining eye contact with her. She looked as though she'd been struck with a silver knife. The pain would linger for a while, but it would eventually heal because we were never fated mates. It was a mutu

Cynthia Dion: "You want me to undress in front of everyone and the guards? What would I say to Mr. Holt, please? Tell me, don't you think it's wrong for people to ogle my body?" My frustration grew, and I began to raise my voice.I couldn't believe this was the same Atticus who would get angry and jealous if anyone dared to look at me with ill intentions, considering how protective he used to be."Not when they're around. Only when they're not at home," he sounded defensive too, "But if you're not comfortable with it, it's okay. You asked about my desires, and I shared them. I never said you had to do it, or that I'd leave you if you didn't," he shook his head in disbelief, causing me to calm down and nervously bite my lower lip."I thought my mate would appreciate it with me. I'm such a fool for getting into arguments with everyone and pretending I didn't see your messages, which led to Mr. Holt hurting my sister. I'm the only one fighting for us while you're busy cozying up to him,

Cynthia Dion: "What do you say, huh?" he asked again."Atticus? What are you saying?" I asked. He took a step back and videotaped me from head to toe, as I was surprised by his statement."Stop!" I swiftly covered my body with my one free hand after slapping his hand away."Don’t be shy; just come on, show us your body," He said."I know it’s your kink," his comment was harsh, which really caught me off guard. What was he talking about? It was his kink."Ahh!" When he squeezed my wrist tightly enough to uncover it from covering my body, I yelled."Oh, look how pink these are." He was speaking in the camera, pointing at my nipples as he refused to let me cover myself.This was enough for me; how could he betray me in such a way?"Atticus!" I forced him to put his phone down by slapping his hand."What the fuck!" He was clearly upset, and before he could say another word, I smacked him hard enough to make him stop.He grabbed my arms and stepped back so that we were in his room. That’s

Cynthia Dion:When Mr. Holt returned to the room with a meal tray, I started to settle into bed."The doctor said you're weak, and we need to run some tests," he mentioned. He placed the tray in front of me and sat on the bed. There were some mixed emotions on his face that I couldn't quite grasp at the moment."I'm okay; that won't be necessary," I replied quietly, shaking my head at the thought. I truly felt fine; it was just that stress had taken a toll on both my physical and emotional well-being."It's just a blood test," he reassured me, then watched as I started to eat my food."I don't have an appetite right now," I explained, my reluctance to eat stemming from the association of food with the chocolate I had foolishly used on my body."Cynthia!" He urged me to hold the tortilla in my hands, encouraging me to stop behaving childishly."I think the whole Maleeka incident is causing you a lot of stress," he said with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about her; I've talked to her