Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 136: Chap-136*It's Over. *

Cynthia Dion:

He shot me an infuriated glare as if my very thoughts had offended him. He kept on scowling, and I could see his jaw clenching.

"You're being disrespectful," I retorted through the gritted teeth and locked eyes with him squarely.

"What about the humiliation you've put me through?" He retorted with a thunderous roar that made me flinch and even instinctively shut my eyes.

"Eh? What about the embarrassment I endured when the doctor congratulated me on these test results?" My heart nearly stopped when he pulled the tests out of the bag and declared, "Your mate is pregnant."

"Ahhh!" I gasped audibly, covering my mouth as I stared at the documents in his hands. I couldn't fathom why he had insisted on the blood tests in the first place.

His furious gaze seemed to convey, "I was informed about your pregnancy on the day that doctor visited, so I wanted to be certain," his words escaping in ragged breaths.

"Surprised, huh?" He set the papers aside and seized my arm, pulling me closer to his body.

"Mr. Holts," I stammered, quivering with anguish, dreading what he might do next.

"What? Did you truly think I'd never find out that you had lost your virginity and were pregnant?" he growled, his voice echoing in my face. I struggled to break free from his grip, trembling and unable to focus.

Am I really pregnant?

Considering that it's Atticus's child, there's a chance he might reconsider once he discovers that I'm carrying his baby. But when Mr. Holt roughly awakened me, a newfound hope that had just started to bloom in my heart was brutally crushed.

I came to the harsh realization that I would have to endure the wrath of this menacing figure before I could even contemplate informing Atticus about the pregnancy. The intensity in Mr. Holt's gaze made it abundantly clear why he had brought me here.

"You thought I’d be stupid enough to think you suddenly like wearing turtlenecks?" I was gasping in response to his comments. I was mistaken to believe he wouldn’t learn about the mark. He began ripping the turtleneck apart as he was holding my arms.

"Ugh!" I attempted to fight him, but he was really powerful. He tore the jumper off, forcing me to cover my chest because my bra was clearly visible to him.

But his intention was never to sleep with me. He wanted torture for me.

"Ahhh!" He screamed, "Would you look at that?" while groaning to reveal the mark on my neck.

"Ahhh!" He pounced at me and wrapped his fingers around my neck as I groaned.

He punched my throat while he shouted in my face, "How dare you cheat on me!" My vision was becoming foggy, and I felt like coughing up blood.

He was hurting me, and I recently found out I’m pregnant.

He pulled me back abruptly, allowing me to fall to my knees and begin struggling for oxygen with a "Arghhhh!"

I wanted to remind him that I never promised to stay loyal to him. Our marriage was just an attempt to save me from my crazy father. But I couldn’t say a word, as he didn’t give me a chance to defend myself.

He paced back and forth, saying, "You are such a whore; is it his?" After wanting to know whose kid it was, he stopped.

My hands were still on my neck as I continued to sob on the floor.

"Is it Atticus’?" He questioned as he approached me and raised my face by grasping a handful of my hair in his fist.

He roared in my face, "Tell me, is it his," and when I didn’t respond, he smacked me to the ground.

"How could you pursue him once more? You were humiliated by him and rejected by him repeatedly, yet you still chose to return to him," He grabbed my hair and yelled as he pushed me back to the ground.

"Ahhh!" I yelled in agony as I struggled to remove my hair from his hold.

He stumbled to his feet and said, "I know what I have to do to make sure you don’t repeat the same mistake again," smirking indignantly.

Before I could continue, he grabbed my arms and pushed me to the ground. "Please don’t hurt me," I pleaded.

He kicked me in the stomach with all his force, and I noticed his expression start to grimace, then change to a sneer.

"Urghhhh!" I yelled while covering my tummy with my arms and sobbing aloud.

"Ahhhh!" He repeatedly kicked me while I screamed in pain and cried.

He was exerting such a powerful force that I could feel my body severing in half.

I continued yelling, hoping that someone would hear me, but it never occurred.

After minutes of him kicking me in the ribs and stomach, he finally gave up. As he pulled away, he scanned me thoroughly with a smirk of triumph covering his lips.

"Now you know why I never brought your clothes along? You are never returning home," he said before he pulled a knife out and plunged it into my stomach.

"Since you don’t have your wolf when you are pregnant, I wonder how you would heal?" he smirked. My clothes were now covered in my blood. I have never felt like that before.

"Ah!" A little whimper was all I could let out. He then marched in my direction and knelt down to have a word with me.

"This!" he pointed at my belly, "wasn’t a part of the plan," he grunted, his eyes showing how much anger he had in them for me.

By this time, he had done his job. He had made sure he got rid of the only hope I had in my life.

But it seemed like he was still not over.

"Ah! this pregnancy broke the cage for you," he clicked his tongue, expressing sadness and loss.

What cage?

And what pregnancy?

Was there still a chance to survive and have my baby?