Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 180: Chap-180*Stronger!*

Cynthia Dion:

"Mara! Let me go, and don’t say anything bad about my wife again," as he pushed her back, I realized he was putting Mara against Maleeka for some reason.

"Really? Can you run away from this?" She got on her knees and took his dick in her mouth without any hesitation. I almost gagged and threw up, but well, I have to record everything.

He smirked and started shoving his dick in and out of her mouth. It went on for a few minutes before he finished it in her mouth, and she swallowed it to impress him with her skills.

That was it for me. I turned the video off and walked back outside with a smile of triumph covering my lips.

‘Let the game of revenge begin,’ Thea laughed manically while I smiled, and Atticus, Maleeka, and my father just stared at me in confusion.

"Oh, please don’t stop enjoying your food; I am just very happy today," I looked Maleeka directly in the eye while my smile grew wider. I then followed my father to his room.

"Dad, you can stay here for however long you want. Don’t worry, nobody can say anything to me," father has come back to the room after finishing the breakfast and expressed his fear of staying here and everybody getting mad at me.

"Did your friend not see you come here?" I asked sneakily, referring to Zeon. It was like thinking of the devil, and the devil appeared. Mr. Holt walked in and overheard me mentioning him.

"I don't forget my old friends," he said, giving my father a smile. My father awkwardly hugged him, knowing our history.

"Well, I'm a bit disappointed in you," he pointed at my father. "Can we have some privacy?" He was acting strangely. I knew he was trying to make me think he was planning something, so I let him believe he was right. I walked out and stayed there to eavesdrop on them.

I did exactly that. I left the room and lingered outside to listen in.

"Your daughter treated me so unfairly, and you gladly married her to the alpha? Don't you remember how she made a fool of you in the neighborhood?" He was trying to use my father against me, but I didn't think it would work.

"Zeon! My daughter is happy now. What more could a father ask for?" My father responded casually. I could only imagine Zeon growing frustrated with him.

"Listen, I'm not here to cause you any trouble. You can stay here and enjoy this comfortable life. I just want to know something from you," Mr. Holt's voice was filled with desperation. He was searching for something, and now I was curious too.

"Zeon, I'm just a man without a home. What do you want from me?" My father asked wearily. I knew these two, but they were never friends. My father sought his help with financial issues, and Zeon had ulterior motives involving me.

"You still have something that can earn you a hefty reward," Mr. Holt muttered but forced a laugh. "Where is Flora?" As soon as he mentioned her name, I understood why he was searching for her.

Flora had been his leverage against me all this time. He used and manipulated me in the name of her safety. Even if I had my wolf back then, I would have never dared to defy him out of fear for my sister's well-being. But now she was gone, and Mr. Holt was desperate.

"I don't know, she got up and left with her mate," my father seemed overly anxious when Mr. Holt brought up Flora. "Besides, why do you want to know about her? She's too young for you," thankfully, he recognized the inappropriateness of the situation.

"Listen, don't question me. I'm not the one who's homeless, so I won't be answering your questions. I'm giving you some time to think about where she might be before I return to seek an answer from you," Mr. Holt continued speaking as I walked in on them rather abruptly.

"You jerk, how dare you think you can get your hands on my sister, on my baby sister," I muttered under my breath. Hearing my voice made Mr. Holt let out a grunt, indicating he didn't want me eavesdropping. Well, my apologies, but now I was becoming just like them.

He turned his head toward me, clenching his jaw and trying to intimidate me with his stern gaze. But that wouldn't faze me, not anymore. My father observed both of us, rising to his feet and moving to the corner of the room. I was sure he'd never seen me this angry and assertive, and they were about to witness more of it.

"Hasn't anyone taught you not to interru---," Mr. Holt was not pleased to see me. He was still speaking when I approached him and suddenly kicked him between his legs.

He definitely didn't anticipate it because he hadn't completed his turn when I did that.

"ARGHH!" As he bent over in pain, I gripped his hair in my fist and forced him to straighten his back.

"If I hear you utter my sister's name one more time, I'll grab these balls of yours and remove them. Not only that, I'll barbecue your privates while they're still attached to you and let wild animals feast on you," I whispered, causing him to close his eyes in agony. He attempted to loosen my grip on his hair, but he hissed in pain when his hand brushed against my body.

"Fucking whore," he grunted, realizing my strength now. But at least he knew that he couldn't mess with me anymore. I wouldn't let him or anyone abuse me anymore.

"You heard me," I finally let go and pulled away from him. He stayed hunched over for a moment before he cracked an awkward laugh.

"Oh! You will pay for this," he said, tears of anger and failure making him mad. He was clenching his jaw and breathing profusely, not meeting eyes with my father out of embarrassment.