Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 145: Chap-145*Shouldn't Have Come.*

Cynthia Dion:

"You— you didn't come here to record me? then why the hell did you walk into the devil's den?" I raised my voice, my fear for her now overwhelming.

I had been terrified for her previously, but the realization that she hadn't come with harmful intentions left me shocked.

"I paid him so I could come here and check on you," she explained, glancing around and gesturing toward the bags she had brought with her—the same items that had flown from her hands when Gary attacked her.

"Why did you want to check on me?" I whispered, my confusion deepening. What was happening? Had I awakened in some alternate dimension?

She had never cared about me before so why all of a suddenly, she was worried about me?

"Cynthia! He—" she paused, visibly restraining herself, before burying her face and continuing, "Atticus has been suffering ever since they put you here." Her one sentence left me breathless.

I watched her face, unsure of how to respond. Her words, though intriguing, posed a dilemma. Who wouldn't want to hear that their alpha mate had been deeply concerned for their well-being?

I wouldn't.

Not after I have been in this mess because of him. He pushed me in the worst prison and now he was suffering?

"He's worried?" I inquired, my anger evident on my face, accompanied by the gritting of my teeth, which did not go unnoticed.

"Cynthia! I understand you have every right not to believe me, but please trust me. He's been trying to communicate with the werewolf councilors and make his way here to see you in person," she attempted to explain, but I let out a scoff of disbelief.

"Oh, come on. If he truly cared, he would have attended the trial to prove my innocence," I angrily blurted out.

"He couldn't. He was at Enzo's home. His mother was conducting some sort of séance on him. She discovered a ball of hair in his stomach. I won't delve into the details, but... ever since he woke up, you were the only person he talked about. I would never have come here, but... I can't bear to see him like that. It's just--- they won't let him come here because they don't want the alpha-----to be seen with someone who---got pregnant by someone other than her husband," she struggled to get the words out, taking some time to convey all of this.

"What does Atticus want now? He did what he could, and now he wants to see me? Or is he merely curious to find out if I'm alive or dead?" My lips quivered as I recalled the humiliation he had subjected me to when he forced me to surrender my self-esteem and dignity at his feet, only to reject me afterward.

"He's concerned about you. No matter how hard he tries to despise you, he just can't bring himself to stay away from you, even after everything you did to—," she abruptly stopped herself when I shot her a piercing glare.

"Say it. What did I do to him?" I couldn't believe how these people were accusing me, painting me as some sort of malevolent figure committing crimes without conscience.

"The things you did to him and his family, Cynthia! How can you not feel ashamed of yourself?" She finally spoke up, accusing me based on, perhaps, some text messages that anyone could send using my phone. Her voice wavered, though. She was more pleading with me to understand her perspective and recognize that I was the one in the wrong here.

"Fine! I am an evil bitch. Tell your alpha to leave me the fuck alone now. Oh wait! You can’t tell him because you got yourself into this danger, you fool!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, feeling my throat getting dry.

"What is he going to do to me?" She looked petrified when waiting for my answer. I could lie to her and tell her he would just keep her here and stare at her beautiful face for a few days before he parts ways with her, or I could just tell her the truth.

"He –he is going to do some experiments, as he calls them, on you," I replied to her concerns, but I wasn’t able to speak louder.

"What kind of experiments?" she inquired in fright. The fear could be seen directly in her eyes.

"He is bringing a vampire to mate with you so that he can see---," I couldn’t finish telling her about his motives because she started wailing loudly. I let out a sigh and then shook my head. Why is this world so harsh to the she-wolves?

She had come here to see me on behalf of Atticus. She didn't deserve this.

"I don't want to be here," she cried, her face buried in her hands as she sobbed, clearly terrified by what lay ahead.

"Atticus will search for you when he realizes you're missing," I offered a glimmer of hope. Perhaps he would come looking, discover the situation, and ensure that the man responsible faced the consequences.

I knew that the council wouldn't harm him for what he had done to me, as I had been brought here for that purpose. However, capturing a she-wolf who wasn't a prisoner could land him in significant trouble, especially when that she-wolf was the Alpha's friend.

Unfortunately, I couldn't even use the Alpha's name to my advantage. He had never given me a place or respect in his life, so expecting to be treated with respect was a far-fetched notion.

"He doesn't know I'm here. He's been struggling to find a way to meet you. His sister is furious with him, his mate is mad at him, but he's persistently trying to locate this place. He's a young Alpha, and the council believes he should stay away from you. He's also troubled by the ball of hair in his stomach. I felt sorry for him and employed my father's tactics to come here. Nobody knows I'm here, damn it!" She grumbled, smacking her forehead and letting out a small whimper.