Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 80: Chap-80*The Dirty Talk.

**Cynthia Dion: **

Because she had rushed to see her doctor the other day, I chose to visit her in her room. I wanted to check on her well-being since she had been the only person who'd shown me kindness. I knocked on her door a few times as I neared it, but there was no answer.

I won't lie; I was really shaken up by how things went on the last day. That text message was awful. If she had believed it, she must be feeling pretty upset with me now.

She used to be an early riser, always up and about, but today, she was nowhere in sight, and I started to worry about her. As I turned to leave, I unexpectedly bumped into someone I'd rather not have encountered.

I didn't divert my gaze; instead, I took a step back. He had this strange power over me, making it impossible for me to look away or blink as he moved closer.

His expression oozed anger and arrogance, and his intense gaze sent shivers down my spine. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat, waiting for him to speak first.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with a rough tone.

"I wanted to check on her," I whispered, feeling the guilt of being accused of something so terrible.

"Check on her? Or are you here to ensure she's suffering?" He tilted his head as he asked, though I knew he wouldn't believe me no matter what I said. Still, I held my chin up. The fact that he didn't really think he was also wrong was just astonishing. But what's more fucked up was that I was the one who always let him get off easy.

"I didn't do it. If I had that much power in this relationship, I'd be living happily instead of crying myself to sleep," I mumbled, but I noticed a vein on his neck bulging a little.

"Huh?" He then shook his head, as though he were trying to resist believing my words. "You can deceive him, but not me. I'm not a fool."

"I care for her," I stuttered, referring to his sister. Honestly, if I had known he was married, I would have never asked him for help.

He intercepted my attempt to avoid him, and our bodies briefly brushed against each other before I took a few steps back.

"Why the rush?" He gazed at my lips, as if he were about to devour them while licking his bottom lip. The mere thought of our physical contact made my stomach churn. I didn't want a repeat of yesterday. The wicked smirk on his face seemed like a warning.

"You don't seem very enthusiastic today; you were having quite a good time the other day. Oh, your loud moans were so joyful when you asked me to touch you before you begged me to do more," he chuckled as he recalled our intimate encounter. He intentionally used words to make me feel uncomfortable. "You were quite eager for more."

"Let me ask you something, did you pleasure yourself after I left?" He leaned in closer to say it directly to my face. My body shivered, but I couldn't fathom why he would care. He continued.

"I just want to find out how Mr. Holt fucks you. Do you guys use sex toys? Oh fellow! I wish I could watch those objects enter and leave you," Everything about him was obscene, from his words to his deeds.

I mustered up the courage to reprimand him, saying, "I do---n’t like you talking like this to me," I looked him in the eye and surprised him with my confidence.

"But you did like ---," he stopped when I interrupted him. I didn’t let him finish because I knew he would continue like a broken record and I would only feel contempt.

"I am not going to stand here and let you talk to me in this tone. Do you need anything from me, Mr. Alpha?" I inquired, making it clear that I wasn't interested in idle conversation. I trembled slightly and stepped back to avoid any physical contact, but my voice conveyed confidence.

"You appear completely recovered and in good health. You had wolfbane in your system. Is that why you're acting so bold?" He furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes at me.

"Do you scream when he is doing it with you? Or should I ask you in the correct way, Can he make you scream?" He asked, placing his hands on the wall, "I can make you scream even harder; just give me a chance," He grinned, but his eyes contained some combination of resentment and sadness.

"Please let me walk away; I mean no trouble," I had to slightly turn my body away from him so that our eyes wouldn’t connect.

"Why? we are just chatting here. Look, my hands are here. I am not even touching you," he said before lowering them to the wall beside me.

"I just wanted to ask you some questions. Did you appreciate our brief encounter the other day?" I was repulsed by the fact that he was grinning like that was the only accomplishment in his life for which he was happy.

My ribcage tightened as he said, "We can keep doing it now more than ever," We can do it? What the heck did he mean by that?

I was now forced to look at his face in search of an answer as he said, "My sister is not in the house for a few days, thanks to you, of course," The grin remained, but tears welled up in his eyes, "Don’t worry; she will return. She has survived before. She will do it now too, but you, on the other hand, I am not very sure," he scoffed, biting his lower lip to show his aggression.

"And Mr. Holts will be paying her a visit. Which leaves the two of us alone to have a lot of fun. What do you say about that?" As he asked me that, I felt my skin tightening.