Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 59: Chap-59*I Will Not Forget This.*

**Cynthia Dion: **

I didn't know what to cry about - losing my first mate or having to interact with him every day while carrying the shame of breaking into his sister's house and even taking her partner? Or was it the fact that Atticus, my own partner and the one who had kidnapped me, was now passing judgment on me for marrying his brother-in-law to save myself from further humiliation?

"Take a deep breath, Cynthia," Mr. Holt said gently as he helped me settle into the bed. I had been sobbing and hiding my face in my hands the entire time. Why was I feeling so vulnerable when I didn't want to be?

"It will all work out perfectly. I've been taking care of the company for them, so they can't force us out," Mr. Holt whispered, attempting to hold my hand and speak softly. But I discreetly pulled my hand away from his. He might not have realized that he was a significant part of why I felt so upset in that moment.

"Did you know," I asked him quietly. To see him clearly, I had to keep wiping the tears from my face and eyes.

He continued pacing back and forth across the room and inquired, "What?" He stopped in front of me.

"Did you know that Atticus was my first mate?" I asked him. He must have noticed the expression on my face because he briefly halted his movements as I raised my face and stared directly at him.

"How would I know that?" He denied any knowledge when he shook his head and shifted his shoulders, saying, "I just knew that you were my second chance mate, or maybe third."

"You're lying. I've mentioned Atticus' name to you from time to time," I almost raised my voice, but the hiccups got in the way.

"What? I don't know if it would be this Atticus. There are many people named Atticus in the world," his excuses were weak, and it was clear he was aware of the Atticus I used to talk about. But why was he lying now? He had shown no fear of my opinions back when he threatened me in this very room.

"You did know Atticus, or else your reaction wouldn't have been so distant," I countered, remembering how distant he had become when I revealed that Atticus was my mate.

"No, I didn't," he simply laughed and shrugged his shoulders, aware that he had the upper hand and there wasn't much I could do.

"You lied to me and played a trick on me. You've known everything all along. Why didn't you tell me about your first mate?" I finally shouted when I had reached my limit with his falsehoods. He had a well-considered plan, and after discovering that we were mates, he had made the decision to make me accept him no matter what.

"You never asked me," he lied.

"I asked you about your first mate, and you told me she had left you," I argued.

"She did," he replied, "Maleeka is my actual second chance mate, just like you. There's no such thing as a third chance mate, so how is it my fault that you misunderstood me?" His response left me shocked. He had so many second chance mates? Why? He didn't seem particularly special.

"You played a clever game to deceive me," I muttered under my breath.

"I did? I didn't force Atticus to reject you, and I didn't compel anyone to abduct you; I simply used my mate bond to save you. Is this how you'll repay me? Maybe seeing Atticus again has made your heart race, and you want to go back to him," he spat out in an ugly manner. His comment enraged me, and for a brief moment, I stared at him wide-eyed before getting to my feet and hitting him as hard as my body would allow.

I should have hesitated before taking action, considering how much control he had over me. But in that moment, all I could think about was the loud noise the slap made as it sliced through the air.

When he turned to look at me, I noticed his irises had shifted in color. He clenched his jaw and rubbed his face with his hand. I trembled, fearing how he would react.

"How dare you!" he shouted, his hand rising and sending me crashing onto the bed. I hadn't expected him to hit me, even though I should have been prepared for anything from him.

As I landed on the bed, he pinned me down and seized my hand as I struggled to break free.

"You, you thought you could strike a beta?" He grumbled, forcefully bending my fingers until I heard a crack.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but he didn't release my hand. Afterward, he let go and grabbed my hair, forcing my head up.

"I'll make your sister suffer the worst fate if you don't put my cock in your mouth and pleasure me," he threatened.

"Cynthia! I'm so furious with you right now that I might harm you if you don't do something to calm me down," his voice conveyed his intense anger. He got off the bed and knelt there, lost in thought.

I trembled, feeling miserable and terrified enough to do anything to placate him. He pointed at his feet, and I clenched the sheet, whispering, "You do it."

I knew I wouldn't be able to do it, so I asked him to take the initiative. He understood, so he unfastened his pants and approached my head.

I reluctantly opened my mouth and closed my eyes.

"I don't want you spreading the word that I forced you," he hissed, waiting for me to respond.

"I am... giving you my consent," I said, tears streaming down my face as I parted my lips once more for him.

That wasn't consent. It was me being terrified and willing to do anything to avoid angering him.