Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 83: Chap-83*The Psycho I Married.*

**Cynthia Dion: **

The scalding soup made my skin feel terrible, causing me to jerk my body backward and tumble out of the chair in a series of screams.

"Ahh! Ahhh!" I screamed in agony, feeling my skin crack over my face. The pain was indescribable.

My labored breathing signaled that my face had been burned. "H---elp!" I muttered as I struggled to stand and searched for a way to escape, anywhere to relieve the pain.

It throbbed!

It burned intensely!

"Charlotte! Bring out the dessert," Mr. Holt summoned the young mate, seemingly unconcerned that I was crying uncontrollably right in front of him. After he had finished his meal and asked for the maid to bring the dessert, it became clear to me that he couldn't care less.

"You too!" He muttered, "Stop crying; it's driving me crazy," he grumbled at me. Charlotte placed the dessert in front of him, glanced at me, and nearly let out a scream.

The soup was piping hot because she had just finished preparing it when he unceremoniously threw it in my face. So she understood the pain I was going through.

"Did I tell you to stay?" he questioned her, his gaze judging her. He seemed to be annoyed with Charlotte for showing concern toward me. Poor lady, she had to witness such a cruel scene as my husband insisted on desserts while I was in agony.

"I'm sorry, sir," she muttered, then turned to leave, unable to assist me. I didn't blame her. If he was capable of tormenting his own mate like this, he wouldn't hesitate to harm her either.

"You're not going anywhere," he commanded me as he prepared to enjoy the cake he had asked her to bake. I was in unbearable pain, but it didn't stop me from being puzzled by his choice of dessert when his wife was in the hospital.

Tears streamed down my face as Mr. Holt began to savor the cake. My hands were shaking, but they remained motionless near my face. I attempted to touch my face, but I couldn't.

He leisurely enjoyed his dessert and then got up from his seat, compelling me to follow him by holding my hand. I didn't know how I managed to stay conscious; maybe it was because I was a werewolf after all, even though my wolf had never assisted during the ordeal.

"It's painful!" I said, trying to breathe and not cry, as crying would intensify the pain. Once he pushed me into the room and onto the couch, he sat down beside me.

Casually, he produced a vial, tilted my head back with his hand, and administered some of the serum into my mouth. This time, he doubled the dosage.

The pain began to subside as he released his grip, as if nothing had ever happened.

In just a few minutes, I was completely healed.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked angrily.

"Why do you trouble me with these things? I was going about my business and having lunch with you," he said, gesturing with his hands, "We had just shared such a pleasant moment, and everything seemed to be going well, but you have to behave like your father, who is uneducated and foolish," it was enough to frighten me.

"You did it to see how I would react, didn't you?" To convey that he was convinced I wanted the scalding soup on my face, he tightened his lips into a thin line.

"Tell me, did you do it to annoy me?" He continued to press me, and at this point, I felt compelled to answer him, or he would become even angrier.

"I didn't," I replied gently, keeping my hands still and avoiding his gaze, fearing he might find another excuse to harm me.

"Why would you want to see her and be concerned about her? She might think you wanted her to get hurt. And what about your love and loyalty to me? Normally, when there are two mates for one male, the two female mates despise each other and are ready to harm one another. But here, look at you," he said, shaking his large head, displeased that we weren't fighting over him. I was taken aback by his statement. He seemed to want us to compete for his affection.

"See! Don't provoke me. You were trying to make me do something I didn't want to do during lunch today, and you were so nasty about it that you forced me to hurt you," he snarled.

"I'll be more careful from now on. It's not like I had a choice," I muttered, still feeling the pain from those few minutes.

He shook his head and pushed me onto the sofa, saying, "And I've changed my mind because of how selfish and mean you are. I'm not taking you to the training center," he declared, and then he began to leave.

"No! What about the competition?" I stumbled to my feet, trying to avoid looking at his face because it made me feel nauseous.

"If your mate cares about you, your wolf will awaken. So just make me fall in love with you," he said as he turned to leave, shrugging his shoulders.

It didn't make sense.

He had forced me to participate in the competition and now refused to help me. He told me I should make him fall for me. Do you scald your lover's face when you're irritated?

"I can't compete without training, but if I don't, all the Rogues would be disappointed in me. Mr. Lowell will be devastated, and Rosalie will be thrilled," I babbled through my tears but didn't continue. I gave up in despair because things were spiraling out of control.

He was using the power of his vampire blood to do whatever he pleased to me and then covering it up by forcing it down my throat and healing me.

I had come to the unfortunate realization that my luck with mates was terrible. All of them turned out to be psychos.

I attempted meditation and reaching out to my wolf, but so far, without success, leaving me with nothing to do.

Following that, Mr. Holt became increasingly irritable; simply making a request was enough to provoke his anger once more.