Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 112: Chap-112*The Jealous Mate*

Cynthia Dion:

"Who is it?" I asked, my eyes filled with horror. Had someone snuck into my room and overheard me and Atticus being intimate?

"Who is it?" I refrained from speaking louder, fearing that someone outside my room might overhear me. There was a long period of silence until I heard the voice again, sending shivers down my spine this time.

‘Why are you searching everywhere when I'm right inside of you?’

"Wha--," "You are my w---wolf?" I hugged myself as I retreated into the corner. She had no idea how long I had been waiting for her to appear, so I sought confirmation and said, "Please, tell me," as I waited for her response.

There were moments when I started to believe that she would never return, but now she was back.

"Thia?" I inquired once more.

"At least she's not dead." This thought halted my tears. I held onto the hope that Atticus would eventually decide to help me divorce Mr. Holt after realizing he couldn't live without me either.

The pain from my wolf awakening and Atticus being rough with me had left my body sore, so the morning felt particularly heavy. My muscles only found temporary relief while I was taking a hot shower, which was the only time I felt comfortable.

With the intention of making Atticus realize what he was missing, I decided to dress well and apply beautiful makeup. Though I may appear helpless, Atticus was the only person who could protect me from Mr. Holt.

Mr. Holt and Maleeka returned early this time, likely unable to resist the opportunity to make me suffer.

"Good morning!" I made a cheerful appearance by joining them for breakfast in the garden. Mr. Holt was making Maleeka eat fruit against her will when I unintentionally interrupted them. My aim was to capture Atticus's attention, but I ended up catching everyone else's.

Mr. Holt placed the fruit bowl aside and complimented me, saying, "You look beautiful."

The siblings exchanged glances at his action before turning their attention to my face. On second thought, why not make Atticus jealous? I didn't want them to think I was seeking Mr. Holt's approval, but I could use it to make Atticus realize he needed to make a decision.

"He doesn't seem inclined to defy his pack's beta, I suppose. Let's see how long he can hold out before giving in," I thought to myself.

"Thank you," I replied and smiled sweetly at Mr. Holt. Initially perplexed, he eventually reacted by moving his chair closer to mine. This proximity might also be helpful because last time, when I had thrown up on his genitals, I had thought he might return to kill me.

"Maleeka! How are you today?" Making Atticus jealous would be a bit tricky because I couldn't discern whether he was feeling envy or pity for his sister. Nevertheless, I didn't want Maleeka to feel left out.

"I'm doing well, thank you," she replied, sounding somewhat downcast.

"Could you please help me with some waffles?" I asked Mr. Holt for assistance with the food once again, earning a surprised look from him while Atticus cleared his throat to get my attention. "I don't know why I'm craving them so much today," I explained.

"Of course, my dear," Mr. Holt said as he served waffles onto my plate and even chose to feed me with his hands, which were not entirely clean. My fake smiles were all part of my plan to provoke Atticus into taking action against Mr. Holt and holding him accountable for all his wrongdoings against Maleeka and me.

"Aaaa!" Mr. Holt playfully mocked me, and each time he stole a forkful of food from my lips, I laughed, pretending to enjoy his little teasing game of stealing my food.

"I'll go to my room and rest," Maleeka's excuse made me feel guilty, but it was her brother's responsibility, as I was just a vulnerable rogue whose wolf had once again chosen to return to a deep sleep.

"I think she's not feeling well. Could you go check on her?" I suggested. If I had asked him this while he was having fun, he might have become upset, but as I gently held his hand between mine, he smiled and agreed.

I knew someone was waiting to talk to me as Mr. Holt went after Maleeka and I was left alone with Atticus.

"What are you doing, Cynthia?" He slammed his phone down on the table and grunted angrily.

"I am trying to keep myself safe. And I am still his wife," I replied with the same intensity as him.

"How could you do this to me after I accepted you last night?" He exhaled heavily and stared directly into my soul as he said something I couldn't quite comprehend.

"Did you really accept me? You were so afraid of impregnating me that you didn't even dare to mark me. Now you're talking about accepting me. I'm sorry, but you're too afraid to truly accept me, and I won't allow you to use me behind closed doors--," I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I said what I had vowed to tell him face-to-face last night.

"Oh, so your primary aim is to push me into making a hasty decision," Every time he mentioned confronting Mr. Holt, his body language shifted; he no longer seemed like a powerful Alpha wolf but rather a somewhat dejected puppy.

"I told you I would handle everything, but it will take some time," he explained.

"You can keep an eye on him with me until then. Do you see him mistreating me? No! That's because I'm being nice to him now," I asked him a question and also conveyed how badly Mr. Holt had treated me in the past when I defied him.

"Just stop talking nonsense," he muttered. I moved his phone aside since I wasn't done.

"It's not nonsense. That's how I've planned to save myself from this mess," I stated firmly.