Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 113: Chap-113*The Uncomfortable Touch.*

Cynthia Dion:

I explained to Atticus what I would do and then returned to my room to stay away from him for the time being.

I used to be scared that I didn't possess a wolf, but now that I do, I'm eager to win my mate's affection so I can escape Mr. Holt's confinement.

I pretended not to worry about Mr. Holt's past behavior when he came into the room to speak with me.

"I was so happy to see you acting silly and playful with me at breakfast today," he remarked, taking a seat and gently holding my hand. I wanted to cringe at his touch but forced myself not to, hoping he wouldn't treat me poorly.

I rolled my eyes and awkwardly chuckled, "I've come to realize how much you do for me and my family, and all I do is upset you and complain." Even if I have to pretend to fall in love with him, I'll do it. I'll do anything to escape from him.

I heard a nervous gulp in his throat, and my body quivered slightly as he replied, "At least you see it now."

He then moved my hair off my shoulder while grinning.

"So, how is Maleeka doing?" I attempted to engage him in conversation so that his gaze would leave my neck, but he had already buried his face there.

"Fine is doing well," he said, and then started softly licking my flesh. Before he slid my dress over my shoulder and moved his hands down my bra strap, he was giving my neck many small kisses.

If I hadn’t showered off Atticus’ scent from my body, I would be caught now.

"When is her next appointment with the doctor?" I inquired, attempting composure. The basta** that gave me the chills of loathing was nothing like the brisk wind blowing through the open door.

He put his hand on my bo*b and said, "I don’t know," while dragging his lips over my shoulders.

"Then, may we go today?" I was searching for a topic to pique his interest enough that he would leave me the f*** alone because I wish I could tell him that I want to go out right now, but doing so might make him suspicious.

After that, he didn’t say anything since he had slipped his hand into my dress and groped my boob. He was even more encouraged by the fact that I wasn’t putting up a fight. My eyes strayed beyond the door as he was vigorously stroking them and licking my neck and shoulder.

"Ah!" I gasped, taken aback by the person standing in the doorway. Their glare could have cut through steel.

Atticus stared at us intensely as I began to gently nudge Mr. Holt aside. The pressure from my movements finally made him lift his head and inquire, "What's going on?"

When Mr. Holt turned to see Atticus, I distanced myself from Mr. Holt and said, "I think Atticus wants to talk to you."

"Pardon me! There are a few matters that require our immediate attention," Atticus said after Mr. Holt gestured for him to enter. Mr. Holt scrambled to his feet to attend to Atticus.

They engaged in a conversation about various unrelated topics, leaving me feeling uneasy. I nervously adjusted my dress over my shoulder and my bra strap.

As they continued chatting, I felt a deep sense of shame settling over me.

"That's a good idea," Mr. Holt agreed. Atticus shouldn't have caught me so soon after I claimed to be cooperating with Mr. Holt. I had clearly told him that I wouldn't resist Mr. Holt, but seeing us together made it evident that I wasn't participating willingly and was utterly miserable.

I had decided to leave to avoid the deadly glare that Atticus shot my way whenever he could, but Mr. Holt held my hand when I said, "While you two talk, I'll go and sit with Maleeka."

Now that he was delighted, he informed me that he would personally accompany Maleeka, saying, "Tell her to get ready as well. I'll take her for the appointment myself."

"Okay!" I responded, wanting to avoid any further issues with him, and then left the room. When I arrived at Maleeka's room, she was in the process of getting ready. She seemed to have been crying, as she was sniffling. Perhaps she had been trying to persuade her baby's father to participate and had been unsuccessful.

"Hey!" I was eager to be the one to deliver the news as I knocked on her slightly ajar door.

"Oh, Cynthia, come in," she said, wiping away her tears and gesturing for me to sit on her bed while she styled her hair.

"Mr. Holt wants to accompany you," I shared. I could see the surprise in her expression as her hand paused in her hair and the comb nearly slipped from her grasp.

I'm sure she wanted him to be with her now that she was carrying his child. Given her troubled past, it was clear she had been through a lot, so the news truly brightened her day.

"He wants to come with me?" She asked with enthusiasm, and when I nodded, her smile grew wide.

"Alright, then. Get ready," I rose to give her some privacy, but she blocked my path instead.

"Ahm?" I chuckled awkwardly, puzzled by her blocking my path.

Instead of being confrontational or disrespectful, she came across as genuinely concerned when she said, "Please don't hurt Atticus."

"I won't," I replied, trying to reassure her. I had plenty of reasons to argue and list all the things that irritated me about Atticus, but I chose to stay silent to avoid upsetting her. I was happy to see her so pleased, but now that she was leaving with Mr. Holt, I began to wonder what would happen when I was alone with Atticus again.

What would transpire between us this time? I couldn't seem to control my emotions whenever he was around, and it seemed he struggled with the same when we were together.