All Chapters of Rejected Their Broken Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cynthia Dion:Atticus rose from his seat, casting me a glare before shifting his attention to Ms. Kylie."I--," I interrupted him before he could fabricate another lie."I just handed my assignment to him," I proclaimed. My raised voice and clenched jaw cast a hush over the entire class. They had never witnessed me speaking up; ordinarily, I would be stricken with worry or an anxiety attack, but today, for once, I found my voice."Cynthia! Then where is it?" Ms. Kylie exchanged a disappointed glance with me, displaying the collected assignments and indicating that mine was conspicuously absent.I couldn't fathom why Ms. Kylie wasn't directing any questions towards Atticus."Ask Atticus. He collected the assignments. These students here saw me handing him my assignment." I refused to remain silent any longer. After everything I'd been through, I'd rather voice my concerns and accept any potential consequences. At least I would know I tried to stand up for myself.I noticed Rosalie's an

Cynthia Dion: I paused the kiss momentarily, just to reposition myself, but he wasn't willing to let go. He held me firmly and pulled me beneath him in the backseat of his car. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined making out with him in his Bugatti.In that instant, nothing else mattered. His imposing frame hovering over me, his lips fervently meeting mine – those were the only memories I wanted to hold onto. I adjusted my stance, parting my legs while we continued to kiss, creating space for him between them. And he didn't break the momentum.With my legs wrapped around him, our bodies connected and our desires rising. I could feel his bulge pressing against me, a clear indication of his anticipation. His hands explored my arms, finding their way to my chest, all the while his insistent tongue sought entrance into my mouth.A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips, "Ah!" I gave in, allowing his tongue to explore my inner world. Our tongues engaged in a passionate duel as

Cynthia Dion: "Hmm, well, she can make her own decisions," Mr. Holt responded nonchalantly, dismissing the topic as he headed to the couch to retrieve his jacket.My father's disappointment was palpable now that his scheme hadn't yielded the desired results. But what exactly was he trying to achieve?"Have a good night," Mr. Holt bid farewell, draping his jacket over his arm and nodding to my father. Just before he walked past us, his gaze briefly met mine, causing a shiver to run down my spine."Visit again," my father called out, leaving the house to accompany him to his car, leaving me bewildered.I had no intention of retiring for the night until I got an explanation from my father about his intentions. So, the moment he returned indoors, I confronted him directly."Why did you lie to him?" I demanded, watching as he waved his hand dismissively at me."No, I'm not leaving until you tell me why you would fabricate such nonsense," I persisted, even as he reached for the leftover bo

Cynthia Dion:"What do you mean by that?" I hissed, rubbing my palms anxiously. "You asked for money in exchange for the deletion of the video, and now you are backtracking.""Oh, by the way, did your Alphas tell you about the full moon competition at school?" He had a playful smirk on his lips."Ahhh! It seems like they share nothing with you. That’s sad," he mocked me. I knew about the contest, but I didn’t want to argue with him. He knew we rogues didn't stand a chance against those high-tiered teenage wolves, especially the betas and omegas."I knew it," he clicked his tongue. "Well, Atticus will be one of the trainers on the ground," he said with a wink, causing me to grunt."Jack, I don’t have time to take part in gossip. Delete the video and leave," I said firmly, avoiding any other topic he wanted to discuss."Fine, I will leave. As for this video, I will think about it." He clutched the phone tightly in his grip and turned around to leave."You cannot do this; you promised,"

Cynthia Dion:"I’m so disappointed in you. This is not how I remember you. I keep hearing things about you these days," the principal appeared shocked, as if he had ever praised me before. He was likely only saying this to make me feel guilty."We weren't doing anything ---," I attempted to explain, but Jack had different plans. His interruption silenced me."We will not disappoint you again," he stated, sounding sincere, as though we had actually done something. The principal seemed disgusted, taking it as a confession."But we didn’t do anything. He had something of mine and I wanted it bac---," I noticed Hila casting judgmental glances my way, making it difficult for me to speak up.I should have been given the chance to speak, but she chose to believe Jack, likely because it was the kind of gossip she enjoyed spreading about rogues."There is no need to lie anymore. He has admitted his mistake. You should do the same," Hila said, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and r