Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 200: Chap-200*A Battle Against My Ex*

Cynthia Dion:

"Hm! Well, some people just have bad luck," he almost zoned out before her words were able to grab his attention again.

"You turned lucky! I mean--," as she paused, Mr. Holt tilted his face to the back of her head. It seemed like he knew what she was going to talk about: "You were unlucky too, but then you got me," she almost cheered, but as he grunted and cleared his throat, she shut up. It just felt weird. They were talking about me?

But Mr. Holt has always shown his disdain for me, so why would he want her to shut up when he agreed that I am a horrible mate for Atticus?

"I am sorry! But sometimes I just can’t help but think about how unlucky you had been until you met me," once she mentioned it again, Mr. Holt started getting up. She instantly moved forward and turned around to look at him.

"I will get you some juice," he smiled at her, and she smiled back, not finding it weird. I was shocked at how she didn’t think too much of it when it was clear that he didn’t like where she was going with her conversation.

From what I have assumed so far, there was a slight hint that he had another mate prior to Maleeka as well, and maybe she wasn’t a very good one. Maybe that caused him to turn into this evil piece of sh*t?

I was so busy thinking about all this that I almost forgot I was here on a mission. A mission to save Maleeka.

I frowned at him, leaving her alone. Maybe that’s when he was preparing to strike her. He said he was going to get juice for her, but when I reached the kitchen’s window, I didn’t see him. I started walking around the mansion to spot him through the windows, and there he was. He had told her he would get her juice, he lied.

In one of the rooms, he was standing in complete darkness, holding an object in his hand that had consumed his attention. It was a silver dagger!

My heart screamed in my head at his intentions. He wasn’t only planning to hurt the baby, but to get rid of Maleeka once and for all.

I couldn’t help but wonder what his plan was after he killed her. He cannot just tell anyone that I seduced him into doing it. There has to be something else he is planning to do that I am unaware of. The instant I saw him turning around and reaching for the door, I knew it was now or never. I ran back and then sprinted into the window. The glass shattered, and a loud noise was created by the storm. Mr. Holt stopped in his tracks and covered his face with his arms from the broken pieces of glass.

"You!" he grunted while still holding the dagger in his hands.

"I knew you would not let a single chance to hurt her," I muttered, watching him tighten his grip around the dagger.

"And you think you will stop me?" His taunting tone got to me. He was holding a dagger and aiming to harm his pregnant mate. How was he so calm and smirky?

"She is your mate, who is pregnant with your child. How can you even want to hurt her?" I was trying so hard to understand this man now; he knew no boundaries. He cared about no one. Why?

"You want to solve this mystery?" He asked as he deepened eye contact with me, "Quit trying; the day you try to know me is the day I will take my last breaths," the way he said it, I felt goosebumps covering my skin.

"I will not let you harm her," I shook my head, warning him not to take a step towards the door because I would come after him.

"Ha!" he let out a sarcastic laugh, "and you will stop me? Let’s see how it goes," the moment he said that, he attacked me without giving me a second to compose my posture because my body was tired from all the running and exertion.

He sliced open my arm with the dagger, and a striking pain ran through my entire body. I punched him and broke his nose and because of it he lost his balance. I didn’t have any weapons, so I grabbed the glass and stuck it in his right side of the chest, making him bleed and become dizzy. He fought back and punched me in the neck.

"UGH!" I grunted, but that didn’t slow me down. I lunged back at him and dodged his next attempt to come at me. Once he swung the knife with full force, I ducked, and he swirled around with pressure.

I wrapped my arm around his neck while holding him tightly. He was struggling to get out of my grasp but failing.

I heard Maleeka screaming in the distance, but she didn’t come to check up on us in the room, which I appreciated because this man had been waiting to dagger her.

As I started to put pressure on his neck, I realized he could not get out of my grip, and that must have sucked for him because I was just an omega for him.

"You cannot get out, can you?" I chuckled at him. He was grunting and protesting, probably ready to bawl his eyes out and cry like a baby.

"Ahh!" he grunted once again. His body had stopped resisting because every time he resisted, I would put more pressure on him and cause him to suffer more pain.

And then suddenly he whispered something, "Let’s see how y----ou get out of t---his," as he finished talking and I frowned in confusion, he stabbed my thigh.

"ARGHHH!" I screamed in agony and set him free. The moment he got out of my grasp, he booked towards the exit instead of trying to catch the dagger.

I couldn’t let him go after Maleeka; he will try to do anything to get that baby out of the way, as this night is the only time he can make it happen.

He knew I would tell everyone what he was going to do, and then he would never get to kill the baby, so tonight was the war zone for us.