Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 85: Chap-85*With Atticus*

**Cynthia Dion: **

I knew he was chasing me when I heard the growls behind me. If he let his wolf take over, he wouldn't just catch me, but also rip me apart. He was an alpha, and I was nothing.

My heart was racing inside my chest, and I had to get to my room and contact Mr. Holt. I sprinted like a madman, making a beeline for my room.

Thankfully, I didn't stop or freeze. As I caught sight of my room in the distance, it felt like a glimpse of heaven.

I rushed inside and pushed the door closed with all my strength.

I had just about survived when the door couldn't fit into the door frame. That's when it hit me. He'd slipped his foot inside, preventing the door from slamming in his face.

Our eyes met through the partially open door, and he leaned against it. I knew he'd caught me again.

"Cynthia!" He repeated, placing his palm on the door and pushing it open. "I just want to talk to you."

My physical strength didn't help me at all. His muscles and dominance were renowned throughout the pack, and he easily entered the room. Despite his youth, he was incredibly powerful.

"I don't want to talk to you. You're going to hurt me again!" I yelled, struggling to shut the door, but it seemed impossible at this point.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Do you think I'm a crazed werewolf who enjoys tormenting his mate? I just need to talk to you," he grunted as he persisted, pushing the door open.

I stepped back from him, keeping a close watch on his every move. If I had the chance, I'd try to escape again. Even if it meant risking my life, I wouldn't let him win this battle easily this time.

"Sit down; I'm not here to harm you," he said, stopping in his tracks to show he meant no harm.

I wasn't sure if I should trust him, but I had no other choice. I swallowed my fear and replied, "I'm fine here; tell me what you have to say, and then leave." I hoped he wouldn't notice my weakening resolve and try to take advantage of me.

He sighed, trying to control his emotions by taking deep breaths. "Don't worry, I've decided not to trouble you anymore because," he paused, "because my sister wouldn't want this." He buried his face in his hands.

I was right in assuming that his sibling was the kinder one. Perhaps, when he saw me outside the room, he realized it. He might have thought I was going to tell her, although I had intended to but didn't get the chance.

"Okay, you've made your point," I said, feeling uncomfortable with him in my room. It just didn't sit right with me. I couldn't forget how he had kidnapped me and caused all this chaos in my life. "So please leave now."

"I... I haven't said why I'm here," he mumbled after rubbing his face in his hands, letting out a deep sigh. I watched him curiously, and it was incredibly unsettling.

He seemed to be trying to appear embarrassed or guilty in some way, but I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe that he had changed. It had happened too many times before.

"Then say it and get out of here before I call Mr. Halt---" I shouted in panic, my voice trembling. I was so afraid that I might provoke him.

"You rely on him quite a bit, don't you?" He finally turned to look me in the eye.

"Yes, I do," I replied, not to provoke him, but because I had put in a lot of effort trying to make him understand that I had no part in this marriage.

However, since he refused to believe me, I had decided to let him believe whatever he wanted. Atticus kidnapping me had brought my life to this point and had made everything worse.

He shook his head in disbelief but managed to contain his anger. "Thanks for being honest, for once," he scoffed.

"I only said what you wanted to hear. It's not like you would ever believe me," I gritted my teeth, staring into his eyes.

"You--" as he tried to accuse me again, I cut him off.

"Just because you thought I trapped that jerk, you believed you had the right to ruin my life? You kidnapped me to tarnish my reputation and get me in trouble with my father and neighbors," I wanted to scream and claw at him until he bled and begged for mercy. After that day, there was nothing that could quell the anger I felt toward him. He had seriously messed me up after he had his way with me. He indulged in his desires, satisfied them, and then discarded me, only to cause me pain.

"You think that's why I did it, huh?" He used plain language, but I couldn't grasp what he was getting at. This time, instead of feeling guilty, I frowned.

"As if you don't even know how you used my sister just for your amusement, just to hear a beta say he can do anything for you," he explained.

I was utterly confused by his words. None of it made any sense to me.

"I don't want to provide you with any explanations, so, okay? Feel free to imagine whatever you want," I muttered stubbornly, crossing my arms over my chest.

In truth, there was no need for this argument because neither he nor I could convince the other.

"Cynthia! I'm not talking about you just falling for him," he began. "I mean you doing things, making him do things that--" He couldn't even finish what he wanted to say because it was too unpleasant to utter. He dropped his eyes and rubbed them with his fingers.

"What exactly are you trying to accuse me of?" I panicked, struggling to understand his statements filled with hidden meanings that went right over my head.

"All the things you've done to my sister, just for your own amusement," he stated confidently, as if he were certain this was what had occurred.