Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 181: Chap-181*Giving Orders.*

Cynthia Dion:

As he stepped out of the room, I turned to gaze at my father, who looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

"I swear, I wasn't gonna help him," he began pleading with his hands clasped in front of his chest. "You're my daughter, right? You won't harm your old man," he looked terrified. It seemed like he could see the wild side within me better than I could feel it.

"I won't harm you. Just make sure you don't even talk about Flora to yourself," I cautioned, and he got the message.

"I won't ever. I don't even know where she is, and no one will ever discover her," he vowed, and I nodded in agreement.

Using all that power to vent my anger left me feeling a bit lightheaded. It was like I was starting to get used to my abilities, and to be honest, they were incredibly overwhelming.

After the whole incident with Mr. Holt, I left the room to talk to Atticus. I wanted to ask him about the evidence, those supposed texts, and maybe some other things Maleeka mentioned. The tricky part was figuring out how to let him know I overheard their conversation.

"Do you have a moment?" I watched him as he got ready for the office after a long break. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, looking really attractive, but my life had more important matters to focus on.

"Sure, what's up?" he asked, fixing his tie while his gaze remained on the mirror in front of him.

"I want to discuss the text messages and all the evidence you have that makes me look guilty," I said, avoiding eye contact. He shifted his gaze to my reflection and cleared his throat.

"Why are we going over this again?" he asked, not appearing very willing to cooperate.

"Don't you think everyone deserves to know what they did wrong or what's making them look bad?" I just wanted him to quit being stubborn and show me what he had. Only then could I explain that it's all fake because I was sure there wouldn't be any genuine video.

"Cynthia! I've already shown you the text messages. Besides, I'm running late for the office," he turned to grab his laptop bag, but I hurried in front of him and held it behind my back. "What are you, twelve?" he chuckled and shook his head, finding my actions a bit silly.

"Atticus!" I growled, refusing to give up.

"How about we head back home and get your father's things?" he tried to change the topic, but I shook my head, staying focused.

"You can find your old phone and probably see what's in it," he sighed, and I felt a spark of hope. He wasn't wrong. If he was too hesitant to show me what he had, I could always sneak a look at the phone at my old house.

"Fine, let's go," I nodded, and he just rolled his eyes at me. "Remember, I have to be at the office," he leaned in close, playfully touching my nose. He quickly realized we weren't in a relationship where he could do that. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Then drop me there. I'll come back with the driver," I shrugged, still not giving him his bag.

"Cynthia! Those people--" Before he could finish, I cut him off.

"They won't be able to do anything," I reassured him. "I'm a Luna now." I didn't want to sound too arrogant about my powers and strength, so I used my status to convey that they wouldn't dare mess with the Alpha's Luna.

"Well, I still won't risk it for anything," he shook his head. When I gave him a glare, he corrected himself, "Fine, how about I come with you?" He placed his hands on his hips and offered me a weary smile.

"Don't you have work?" I raised an eyebrow, and he simply tilted his head in response to me. "What?" I asked in frustration.

"Considering I've taken so many days off for you, I'm sure I can manage to get another day off. After all, I'm the boss," he opened the door to the room and gestured for me to go ahead. He quietly followed my lead while I held his laptop bag for no apparent reason. I noticed Maleeka and Mr. Holt staring at me, probably upset that Atticus was walking behind me, as if I were the Alpha King here.

Once we were in the car, I could see how happy Atticus was. He kept turning up the volume every time a romantic song played on the radio.

My feelings were mixed. Part of me felt happy and satisfied that he was trying to make amends before asking me to prove my innocence. But then, the other part of me, the one that had suffered at the hands of him and his family, was still angry. He should have believed me. Why didn't he?

If he truly loves me, he should trust me when I say I didn't send those text messages. And if those videos are just some random nonsense, then I'm not sure that I can ever love Atticus the way he wants me to love him. I'll never forgive him for not trusting me.

We arrived at the house, and he followed me out of the car. I hurried inside and immediately went to my father's room. I began searching through the bedside drawers, but they were empty. There was a large lock on the closet, which I broke down with my fist, and started going through it.

I was halfway through when something struck me - my phone had been broken into pieces both times I had one. My first phone was destroyed by my father, and the next by Mr. Holt. Why had I even agreed to come here?

I walked out to the lounge and found Atticus comfortably playing a silly car racing game on his phone.

"You knew I wouldn't find anything here, didn't you?" I was angry that he had led me on. He slyly put his phone down and rubbed his face with his hands.