Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 68: Chap-68*Cleavage*

**Cynthia Dion: **

"Cynthia Dion! Come on, get up!" Mr. Lowell clapped his hands from a distance, giving me encouragement when no one else did. It was difficult to stand back up with all the angry and powerful werewolves glaring at me.

Rosalie struck me once more, but this time I didn't fall to the ground because another wolf attacked me from behind. Instead, she bit into my back, causing a bloodcurdling scream to escape my lips. Despite the brutal beating, I managed to hold onto the ball.

Even though I could feel warm liquid dripping down my shirt, I continued to protect the ball. Exhausted from the anger and abuse of others, I began to flee from them, clutching the ball tightly in my hand.

When Rosalie caught up to me and stood in my path, I held the ball firmly against my body. Her sharp teeth and growling made it clear that she was ready to do whatever it took to wrestle the ball from my hands.

I sidestepped her as soon as she leaped at me and then delivered a kick to her stomach. It was the first time I had ever struck someone, and although she didn't sustain much physical harm, her pride took a significant hit.

"Fuck that bitch!" a girl yelled at Rosalie, "this rogue is nothing in front of you," she egged her on.

Rosalie was the only one getting support, and it seemed like I was the only one with the desire to succeed because the others didn't want to go against Rosalie. This infuriated me, and I snapped when Rosalie grabbed my shirt and I bit her arm.

I'm not sure where all my strength came from, but I reacted with surprising force.

"Arghh!" I had no idea a werewolf could be so affected by a human's bite. She screamed and tried to grab my hair, but I kept my teeth firmly against her flesh.

"Let her go, you psycho!" Enzo yelled, "Rosalie! Finish her," his furious shout riled up Rosalie. When she finally managed to break free from my grip, she pushed me to the ground, and the others joined in, scratching me in an attempt to get the ball from my hand.

The whistle blew again, but before I could react, a powerful punch to the face left me unable to hear anything else. I lay on the grass with blood covering my body and face as everyone stopped at Mr. Lowell's command and moved away from me.

All I could hear was someone from the crowd shouting,

"She lost the game."

I saw everyone gazing at my battered face while I bled from several wounds. It was difficult to keep one eye open where Rosalie had punched me, but I continued to look around through my blurred vision.

"Slu*!" One of the girls scolded me for not giving up the ball.

"Everybody, back in line," Mr. Lowell's loud claps finally registered in my ears.

"We're going to see who managed to secure a ball and earn a spot in the next rounds," Mr. Lowell announced, and everyone started dispersing.

My body ached terribly, but I was too frightened to display it, afraid they would realize I hadn't transformed earlier.

The ball remained in my hand as I struggled to my feet and slowly made my way towards the crowd.

When I realized that I hadn't lost, my eyes widened, and I turned to look at Rosalie, who wasn't holding a ball. She couldn't secure one for herself because she was too busy ensuring I didn't have one.

I wasn't the one doing the snatching, after all.

"So, everyone with a ball, step forward," Mr. Lowell instructed, placing his hands on his hips. I moved ahead with four other contestants.

"Rosalie!" Mr. Lowell looked deeply disappointed in her. The atmosphere was as if they were all in mourning.

"You couldn't manage to grab even one of those balls?" He sighed, making an effort not to sound too harsh with her.

"It's okay, Rosalie. We love you," the girls chanted, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their insincere flattery. They were such brown-nosers.

"Shut up!" Rosalie shouted back at them, clearly devastated and angry.

"I can see you're quite upset," Mr. Lowell muttered.

"Sir, I got distracted," Rosalie admitted, clearly shocked that she had lost this challenge before it even began, and so were the others.

"I observed what threw you off track. You forgot all the lessons and chose to rely solely on your animal instincts," he said. His words surprised me because instructors only referred to a student's wolf as an "animal" when that student had severely let them down.

Rosalie's expression fell, and I had never seen her look so defeated before. Rosalie was the top she-wolf in the entire school, and I could tell that the audience was devastated by her loss in the contest.

When Mr. Lowell began scanning the ground for the sixth ball, he remarked, "There are only 5 of you here, but there were 6 balls." A frown crept over his brow.

Confusion filled the air as everyone started looking around. Rosalie did a double take, eager to get her hands on that missing ball.

I stayed quiet for a moment before something clicked in my memory.

"Can someone go find the sixth one?" He asked the group, watching as students got excited. "Whoever finds it will earn a place in the safe zone."

My body went rigid as I lightly tapped my chest and felt a ball nestled between my breasts. I remembered putting a ball in my shirt, but I had completely forgotten about it. That's when I straightened up and prepared to capture everyone's attention once more.

"Sir," I whispered in a soft voice, "I--I have two," I quickly adjusted my shirt, and the ball slipped down onto the grass, startling everyone. I had no idea when I had managed to secure this second ball, but I felt foolish for chasing after another one and enduring a beating when I already had one.

The steely look from Rosalie made it clear she would never forgive me for this.