Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 196: Chap-196*My Wolf And Her Secrets*

Cynthia Dion:

After that, we maintained silence because the atmosphere had turned awkward. It wasn't the right time for me to inquire about what Atticus had wanted to say.

I hesitated to have him admit anything, feeling undeserving of any revelations. Exiting the car, he courteously held the door open for me. Hand in hand, we strolled towards the garden, where I spotted Mr. Holt engrossed in a book.

Upon lifting his gaze, our eyes briefly connected, creating an oddly intense moment. Despite my reservations, a part of me doubted my ability to manipulate this man; everything he did seemed to be of his own free will.

Gratefully, we passed by the garden and continued toward our room when Maleeka came into view. My body tensed, causing me to halt, even though Atticus hadn't intended to stop. Observing my resistance, he halted with me.

I couldn't help but feel sorry for Maleeka.

"Why did she storm off like that?" Maleeka inquired, shooting me a hateful glare. It was entirely justified. Imagine losing all your children because a girl envied you. She had to witness me marrying her brother and being cared for. I was her supposed culprit, and instead of apologizing, I continued to make her feel bad and labeled her a liar.

"Please!" Atticus shook his head, signaling his sister not to say anything to me.

"What? I'm just asking," Maleeka shrugged, appearing hurt by her brother's reaction.

"I wasn't feeling well." Instead of allowing Atticus to intervene, I responded to her with kindness. I wasn't sure how to make amends, but once I figured out why my wolf had acted that way, perhaps I could move past it, open my heart, and extend an apology to Maleeka.

"You don't have to explain anything to anyone," Atticus groaned, gripping my hand tightly once again. I noticed Maleeka's gaze fixating on our intertwined hands, and a pang of pain crossed her face.

"Right! I'm just 'anyone' now," Maleeka commented with a sad sigh. I understood that Atticus loved his sister, but he seemed unwilling to accept that I might not be entirely blameless.

To give them space for a conversation and allow Atticus to console her, I briskly entered the room. I didn't want Maleeka to suffer any more than she already had because of me.

Seated on the bed, I couldn't shake off thoughts of talking to Thea. Broaching the subject now felt incredibly challenging. I was certain she had overheard everything, yet she hadn't spoken to me or attempted to explain herself.

"Cynthia! I told you not to react to anything for now," Atticus stormed after me in less than a few seconds, appearing upset that I was subjecting myself to unnecessary stress.

"It's hard; she is the main victim," I argued, relieved when he simply nodded in understanding.

"Just relax; I'll bring you some food, and you'll feel better," he assured me. "I'll also talk to Maleeka, okay?" he added before leaving the room. Now alone with my wolf, I mustered all the courage to address her.

‘Thea!’ I called out angrily, sensing a peculiar anger coursing through my veins.

‘Thea! Talk to me,’ I muttered with determination, expressing my frustration.

‘Why are you hiding now? I can’t believe you played me. All this time, my biggest enemy was right inside me,’ I said as tears blurred my vision. If she hadn't played these games, I would still be at home, and Flora wouldn't have died. I realized I was placing blame on her for everything because it all started with her seducing other men and stealing mates.

‘I knew you would hate me. That’s why I never told you anything,’ she finally spoke up, her tone devoid of anger or attempts to convince me otherwise. She simply confessed in secrecy.

‘You thought I wouldn't? If you cared so much about me, why did you do all that?’ I expressed my shock. The revelation had left me stunned. How could someone's wolf be so different from their other form? And how could we punish her without harming me in the process?

‘It’s not like I wanted to hurt your reputation on purpose,’ she said, sounding ignorant. I expected at least an ounce of remorse.

‘Really? So, didn’t you know your actions would paint me in the wrong light?’ I argued, frustrated by her belief that she could carry out these actions without consequences. I bore the blame for her misdeeds. She was aware of the existence of videos, yet she hadn't given me a heads-up.

‘Cynthia! I didn’t even know how he convinced me to do all that,’ she shouted, and I grunted angrily.

‘What do you mean he convinced you to do all that?’ I asked, intrigued by her unexpected revelation. It seemed odd, considering she had been the one manipulating and seducing others. Now, she was claiming someone had convinced her?

‘Thea! Talk to me,’ I urged, expecting an explanation. But just as I thought she might have slipped up, she fell silent.

‘Thea!’ I called out repeatedly, but she remained unresponsive. Frowning, I was deep in thought when Atticus entered the room with a bowl of fruit. Observing my distressed state, he sat down beside me on the bed, concerned.

"Are you okay?" he mumbled. "Cynthia! You look worried," he said, displaying concern as he observed my troubled expression.

“You shouldn’t worry too much about me, Atticus,” I spoke softly, unable to meet his eyes due to overwhelming guilt.

“I can’t help it, Cynthia. Besides, don’t punish yourself without knowing the entire truth. Nothing good comes out of punishing someone without proper investigation. Haven’t we learned that already?” he clicked his tongue, expressing disapproval toward my self-blame.

“Now tell me, what is going on?” he asked, prompting me to share the details.

"I spoke to Thea!" I shared with him, trusting him as the only person I could confide in at the moment.

"And what did she say?" He wasn’t overtly angry with her. I remember him saying that he would wait for my wolf to explain why she did what she did, and until then, he wouldn't pass any judgment.

"She said something very strange," I recounted her words, which were still echoing in my mind.