Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 170: Chap-170*The Teary-Eyed Alpha*

Cynthia Dion:

"So if you want me to stay here and not leave, you'll have to do as I say. You did what you wanted, and now you'll have to do what I want," she warned Atticus, tears streaming down her face.

"You want me to endure suffering because I can't stand that girl at all," Atticus muttered, keeping his voice low.

I felt uncomfortable sitting among them and remaining silent. Mr. Holt was silently staring at my face, clenching his jaw now and then. I had a feeling that he was contemplating how to make my life miserable in the near future.

"Then why did you accept her in the first place?" Maleeka muttered, keeping her gaze fixed on his face and awaiting a valid excuse, which he had.

"For you," he concluded, and silence enveloped us. I began to rise from my seat to leave, but Atticus grasped my hand and gently sat me back down. "Stay," he mumbled.

"What changed now?" She asked with a sorrowful tone. It was unfortunate that the siblings were pitted against each other now, but it wasn't my fault, nor was it my intention.

Maleeka had engaged in this deceitful game with Mr. Holt, and now karma was beginning to catch up with her.

"Because the true wrongdoer is enjoying his life to the fullest," Atticus remarked, glancing at Mr. Holt, feeling resentful that he couldn't confront Mr. Holt directly due to his sister's protection.

"Hm." She lowered her head, unable to come up with an excuse.

"I've punished my partner while your partner is living like a royal prince," Atticus added, and Mr. Holt remained shamelessly seated.

"I am bringing Mara home. She will stay here, and you will accept her," Maleeka repeated herself, attempting to shift the conversation away from her mate, that wretched individual.

"Fine, but let her know not to expect anything from me then," Atticus responded. However, this merely provided Maleeka with an opportunity to bring Mara into this situation, potentially causing issues between Atticus and me. If things hadn't happened between Atticus and me, and I was still deeply infatuated with him, I might have reacted differently. But now, I didn't even know how to face him and let go of all those times when he was punishing me without my understanding the mistakes I had made.

"Okay!" Maleeka nodded, and I could sense that this was all she had wanted. All she had to do was bring Mara home, and she would resume playing mind games with me.

Lunch was incredibly awkward. Sitting among them, forcing food down my throat while Maleeka and Mr. Holt kept their gaze fixed on my face was incredibly challenging. I couldn't believe I hadn't thrown up from all the discomfort I had swallowed along with the food.

As soon as I entered the room with Atticus, I knew it was time for the Mara topic to resurface.

"Don't worry, I'll reject Mara as soon as she arrives," Atticus mumbled sneakily without turning to look at me. He was taking off his wristwatch, likely preparing for a nap since he hadn't slept since the previous day.

"What makes you think that's what concerns me? As long as she leaves me alone, I don't have to worry about anything," I shrugged my shoulders, and he stayed silent for a moment.

"I know you won't be happy with her being with me, so stop acting like it doesn't bother you," he stated wearily.

"Huh! That's what you think? Well, you're mistaken. I don't care what you two do together. All I want is for you two to leave me alone, and I'm good with that," I nonchalantly shrugged. I heard him grumble and mutter.

"Okay, if that's what bothers you, then she won't bother you," he sounded upset, "and since you don't care if she hits on me or if I spend time with her, I might as well give in and listen to my sister and go through with the stupid mating ceremony," he grumbled as he aggressively began unbuttoning his shirt to change into something more comfortable.

"Okay, I think that's the best idea," I responded, seething with anger and ready to inflict harm on him in any way possible. He grunted and focused on unbuttoning his shirt, struggling with the simple task.

"Fine. Then I'll flirt with her," he muttered. I noticed the tension in his body as his veins seemed to pop out. He appeared extremely agitated and furious.

"Ugh! What's wrong with these buttons?" He was so annoyed that he couldn't even unbutton his shirt. His eyes were turning red as each attempt to unbutton the shirt ended in failure.

I remained silent and continued to observe him as he struggled with the buttons.

"Do you need any help?" I inquired, tilting my head and crossing my arms over my chest. Now that I was no longer feeling unwell, I felt much better and full of energy.

"Huh! Help!" He shook his head, repeating my words with annoyance. "Don't worry about that, Mara will be here soon to assist me," he made sure to meet my gaze and forced a smile, evidently trying to provoke a reaction from me.

"Alright," I nodded, not pressing him further and returning to the bed to lie down for a while.

"Argh!" he shouted, causing me to turn around and look at him. He had given up and finally ripped his entire shirt off. As he headed toward the closet to grab another shirt, my heart raced in my chest.

'Isn't he hot?' Thea muttered, causing me to frown and close my eyes.

I found her so irritating at times. She was completely different from me. In fact, she had called me boring the other night.

'Why are you focusing on such a superficial thing? I know that's why you didn't offer to help him. You wanted him to rip his shirt open angrily. Just think about when he does that to us,' Thea was truly something else. I was in the midst of a crisis, and this is what she was thinking about.