Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 121: Chap-121*The Stuck Out Di*k.*

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, but he kept stumbling. My body tensed up as I had failed to conceal the mark on my neck, which he would surely notice as he got closer.

He rushed towards me, gripping my arm tightly and yelling, "Who was here?" As soon as his attention zeroed in on the mark, my anxiety began to intensify. His gaze then shifted to the back of my neck.

He paused, narrowing his eyes at my neck before redirecting his focus.

"It's just an allergic rash," I quickly explained before he could respond.

I was foolish to think that the bite mark could pass for a rash. Clearly, he didn't buy my attempt to deceive him.

"You think I'm stupid, huh?" He raised his hand and delivered a hard slap to my cheek with a grunt.

As soon as I hit the bed, I grunted in agony, "AGRR!" His hand hit my cheek with such force that I couldn’t open my eyes.

"How could you allow yourself to be marked? Was it Atticus, that bastard?" he yelled at the top of his lungs. My focus was entirely stuck on the pain when I found him crawling on top of me.

"You allowed another person to mark you?" I was not able to scream for help in response to his huge moans and grunting.

When I opened my eyes, his face was next to mine by only one inch. He was tugging my dress up and opening my legs as his hand ran up my thigh.

"No! Mr. Holt," I shivered as he started unbuckling his pants. My mouth fell open in surprise at what he had in mind.

He said in my ear, "Let’s finish this over tonight."

He put his palm over my lips, silencing my cry for help and leaving me with a dry mouth.

Since I married him, I have been attempting to escape the dread that I now have to face. He forcefully fell on me just as he was about to make his initial penetration inside of me.

I was sobbing uncontrollably and gasping for air as his dick failed to enter my body. I lay there still for a few more seconds before softly pushing and rolling him to the side. With his arms outstretched and dazed, he slid to the bed.

Before he could have done anything to me, he had fallen asleep.

I was exhaling like I had just finished a marathon. I fled to the corner of the room and remained there in shock, keeping an eye on him while he continued to sleep as if nothing had occurred. He had his trousers open and his dick jutting out, which made me want to chuck things all over the place.

"Aghhhh!" I quickly ran to the toilet, covered my mouth, and puked. Before I washed up, I stood in the bathroom because I was starting to feel dizzy.

I observed a shattered reflection of myself in the mirror and murmured, "I survived tonight, but I might not escape his grasp tomorrow."

I never thought my life would be this way. Why must I endure this pain?

Will Maleeka ever let her brother accept me if she accuses me of murdering her child? Then there’s the horny bastard in the bed.

If he recalls, he will question me about the mark when he wakes up in the morning.

I hope he won’t.

Until I finally fell asleep for the remainder of the night and woke up in the morning at his grunting. I slept on the sofa and woke up every two seconds to be sure he hadn’t woken up. I anticipated that he would awaken because alcohol wouldn’t be able to keep him asleep for very long. We werewolves are quick to recuperate; whatever we do takes place over a few days.

He moaned, "Ehh!" while attempting to stand up and holding his palm to his head. I'd already leapt off the couch and was standing still. I wished he wouldn’t recall anything from the previous night while once again donning a turtleneck.

Our eyes locked as he jerked his head upward. As I watched him cast me a narrow-eyed gaze, I held my breath. While I waited for him to speak, it felt as though I was witnessing my own death.

He blinked and asked, "I s---lept here last night?" He then sat back and relaxed his head. I exhaled the breath I’d been holding in and mustered up enough self-assurance to act naturally.

"Yeah, you were pretty drunk and also crying, saying she was coming for you," I lied. That girl I mentioned was me. I would come for him the instant I took my sister away from him.

"What?" He looked so confused and slightly on edge. "When did I come here?"

"You arrived late at night," I said, seeming concerned. When he noticed the state of his trousers, he made an effort to get up. I could tell he had a wild notion in his head by the way he first looked at his dick, then at my face.