Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 208: Chap-208*Paying Games*

Cynthia Dion:

"Maleeka! You shouldn’t be stressing out so much," Atticus spoke when she came into view. "It's fine; I am happy that we are bringing him home. Once he is home, everything will be fine again," she excitedly cheered while a tear ran down her eye. I felt bad for her.

"Yeah! I hope he keeps you happy after that," Atticus muttered under his breath. "So, where is he? Where are we going?" I interrupted because his location had been kept hidden from us so far.

"We are not going anywhere. He said he would come home in a few minutes, and then we can discuss matters," she stated without looking my way, but at least she answered me, unlike all the other times when she would ignore me.

Atticus and I shared a glance because we knew that man was too desperate to come back home, or maybe he didn’t want us to know about his hiding place.

We all sat down to have breakfast until then, which was Atticus’s idea. He took a seat with Maleeka so that he could feed her himself because she was still on the edge and kept checking her phone in fear of Mr. Holt changing his mind.

"I am fine. I will eat once he arrives," she turned her face to the other while Atticus held a sandwich in his hand for her.

"Right! And you don’t care that your brother wants to feast with you. He wants to feed you with his own hands, and you don’t even care," he pouted like silly, but I found it cute. He was a nice person, a true Alpha, if I may say so. He had done nothing wrong but to care for the people around him and was now getting torn between his mate and sister.

"Why don’t you go and sit with your mate and feed her since she is the only one you truly care about in this world?" She was obviously still bitter regarding the fact that he had been taking my side ever since I came back as his bride and mate.

"Maleeka! I care about both of you," he held most of the emotions inside his heart because he was aware his sister wasn’t ready to understand anything for now. "Now, please!" he insisted, and she finally gave up. He fed her for a few minutes while eyeing me and telling me to keep eating.

Poor Atticus! Somebody needs to take care of him like he is doing for us. Pleasing us both at the same time while not realizing he also deserves care is very painful.

We had just finished breakfast when we were informed that Mr. Holt had arrived. Atticus and I went straight to the living room, where we were going to have a conversation with him, while Maleeka stayed outside to greet him.

"Give it a second thought," Atticus whispered as he held my hand tightly. We had sat down together, waiting for them to arrive, "I know it won’t be easy for you to apologize to that scum." He added while grunting and clenching his jaw.

"It is what I have to do in order to achieve the big victory," I whispered back at him, my eyes stuck at the door.

"Sometimes we have to lose everything in order to win the biggest war," I mumbled, and saw Maleeka and Mr. Holt walking towards us hand in hand.

I didn’t get up to greet him, and neither did Atticus; he sat down with Maleeka, who wasn’t letting go of his hand, as if she did, he would run away.

"Ehm!" Mr. Holt cleared his throat. "I was informed that you two want to see me?" That look on his face was weird. He can fool Maleeka and others, but not me. I knew the real him! I knew he was enjoying this moment and not concerned about his concerned mate at all.

"Yes! I came to know that you have ran aw---that you have left the mansion because you were too upset with the ongoing investigation of the unfortunate events that had happened before," Atticus started talking, and one could already tell he was struggling to say things in the nicest way.

"It is not the investigation. It is just the fact that my truth is being questioned. To even think I will do anything to harm my Maleeka and my baby is just ridiculous. I feel like a bastard whenever a finger is pointed at me," he started talking, and right off the bat, I wanted to get up and snatch that secret smirk he was passing off his face.

"Nobody wants to be accused of something so disgusting," Atticus added to his statement, gently holding my hand.

"So I thought maybe it was the right thing to do. I should just leave since you all think I am the reason behind everybody’s misery--," he had only said that part when Maleeka jumped in her spot and held his hand tightly, frightened that he was going to get up and leave again.

"Nobody is leaving!" Atticus declared without enthusiasm, "We have thought about it and ---," I know it was not easy for him to ask me to beg for forgiveness from this man, so I decided to help him a bit.

"I have agreed to apologize to you," I stated while having a hard time keeping my head high.

"For what?" Mr. Holt, that cunning man, asked me. He wanted me to confess to the horrible doings of his own and call them mine.

"That ---unfortunately, I have made some mistakes without my conscience, and I feel like I have messed up everybody’s life. I am trying to get help, and Atticus knows about it," now that I too played the same game as Mr. Holt, a frown appeared on his forehead.

"What help? What happened to you?" Maleeka questioned it while not having it. I bet she just thought I was evil.