Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 76: Chap-76*The Wounds.*

**Cynthia Dion: **

I stood there in confusion, watching her face and getting worried.

"Huh?" she nearly shouted before bursting into laughter. "I'm just kidding," she said, slapping her head, and then her expression shifted.

"Y---," I stuttered, but she had already stopped laughing and pranking me.

"I'm really glad you came home," she exclaimed, bouncing up and down with excitement until she noticed my expression and frowned. "Did that happen in the game today?" she inquired, and I had to fib to her.

"Yes," I muttered.

"Come in; you'll catch a cold," she stepped aside and welcomed me inside. Once I was indoors, she embraced me tightly, despite the pain from my bruise, I returned the hug willingly. Her arms were a source of comfort to me. After we let go, I moved ahead, and she lingered behind to shut the door. I presume that's when she noticed my back.

"Cynthia!" Her gasp made me turn around, concerned about what had happened.

"Do you realize you're bleeding from your back?" She asked, panic evident in her voice as she saw my bloodied shirt. I couldn't fathom how terrified she must be. I didn't want to subject her to the stress of seeing her sister in such a state, but I had nowhere else to go.

"Are you okay?" she inquired, moving around me like a restless bee. I felt awful.

Since the mattress I used to sleep on was gone, I had to sit on the floor in my old bedroom. It looked like her room had been redecorated, and I didn't want to mess up her pristine bed. To distract myself from my current feelings, I began to look around.

I was in terrible pain, and a deep desire to cry out for my mother and question why she had left me in this harsh world overwhelmed me.

Flora entered the room carrying a bunch of things, and my vision blurred as tears welled up in my eyes once more.

"Is it hurting that much?" She inquired, noticing my tears. "And why are you sitting on the floor? Come, sit on the bed," she suggested, holding my hand to help me up from the floor and placing me on her bed.

She knelt behind me and lifted my shirt, letting out a scream that she quickly stifled with a cough so as not to startle me.

"It looks really bad," she whispered to herself as she examined my wounds.

"Why didn't you come with Mr. Holt?" she inquired.

"I was mi---ssing you," I stammered, struggling to control my sobs and quickly falling silent to avoid crying aloud.

"I received a call from Mr. Holt earlier. He informed us about you winning the contest and making it to the main challenge," she whispered as she dipped a towel into a basin of warm water to clean the bite mark on my back.

"I'm so proud of you, but why aren't you healing?" she asked, puzzled.

"We were all given wolfbane to prevent us from trans-----itioning and using all the powers of our wolves," I tried to explain. My voice was quite rough from hours of sobbing, and I had to pause and clear my throat before continuing. I told her this lie because revealing that I didn't have a wolf would be too unsettling for her.

"Oh! But who brought you home?" She continued to press me, which left me feeling weary once again.

"I came here by myself," I informed her, and I felt her hand pause on my back.

"You defeated those betas and gammas; what made you scared of coming back here instead of staying in the mansion?" I knew her questions wouldn't cease. It genuinely worried her that I had returned here, bleeding and in tears, when I could have been resting in my luxurious mansion.

Now, she gently applied the medication, taking care not to apply too much pressure to the bite scar.

"A monster!" I blurted out, recalling Atticus and Holt's faces. I couldn't decide which one was worse because even though I was accused of many things, Atticus didn't believe me right away.

"There's a monster in his mansion?" She placed a patch on me before pulling my shirt back down.

"Flora! Where's Father?" I asked her about our father instead of responding to her seemingly trivial question.

"Oh! He and his friends are out. Did you come here to see him? I doubt he'll be back tonight," she asked. Then, she jumped off the bed and gave me a puzzled expression.

"No! Does the bathroom have hot water in the bathtub?" If Mr. Holt had made a lot of changes, I'd appreciate it if the water was warm.

"Yeah!" She exclaimed. "You know he also repaired the broken door!"

I gazed at her in silence for a few moments because she seemed too innocent and naive for this world.

To shower and tend to the wound on my side tit, I went to the bathroom.

The pain was excruciating every time water touched my wounds, making it almost unbearable to shower. I nearly lost my composure as I stood in front of the mirror and had to apply the medication to my wounds.

"I ca---n't!" I whimpered, remembering how he used me and then left me shattered. His words echoed in my ears. He said I wasn't loyal to my own husband. Was that what he thought when he was intimate with me?

"Why did he treat me like that?" His behavior in the bedroom left me bewildered. Maybe he just took advantage of me, but I mistakenly believed that he had understood the truth I had shared.

He clearly never believed me and had come to my room just to hurt my feelings and boost his ego. I allowed him to touch me and toy with me. It must have given him satisfaction, knowing I hadn't moved on from him.

I don't think he believed that I sent those messages, or did he?

I applied the ointment to my breasts and covered them with a loose cardigan that Flora had given me from the clothes Mr. Holt left behind, as they were unsuitable for his stature. I couldn't stand to look at them. However, something caught my eye--the scar on my neck.