Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 93: Chap-93*His Hand Between My Legs.*

**Cynthia Dion: **

"You know what? Let’s not talk about it. I don’t want to get stressed," she said and stood up. I realized it might be too overwhelming to discuss that with her.

Despite my outward smile, I was shattered inside as I spent the day with Maleeka. I missed an opportunity to help the rogues, all because of one person. I was even afraid to confront him again, especially now that Maleeka had warned me about how dangerous he might be.

He returned home late and didn't really engage in conversation with me. He went straight to Maleeka's room to greet her and spend time with her. Maleeka told me that Atticus had informed her that Rosalie had won the competition, and I must admit, that made me very angry.

Now that she had won this contest, she would become a real nightmare for the rogues. Even though the school was closed for a few days to celebrate the winners and give everyone a chance to relax, I knew she would become even more relentless toward me the following day.

"Did you hear who won? You're lucky I didn't let you go. She played like a beast," said Mr. Holt as he walked into the room, his coat casually draped over his arm. He tossed the coat to the ground and gestured for me to pick it up, saying, "She would have torn you apart."

I didn't mean to boast, but I had beaten her without even having a wolf. "She's the same girl I defeated the other day."

I watched him scoff.

"Wow! Someone's feeling quite confident today," he remarked, raising an eyebrow and laughing at me, making light of my situation.

"But I'll be bullied at school from now on," I added, testing his reaction. He had bonded with me as a mate, so why wasn't he showing any care or affection for me?

While he hadn't verbally expressed his love or concern for me, I was pretty sure his wolf must be feeling some kind of pain. I felt it too whenever Atticus hurt me or when I saw him with someone else.

"They won't if you don't go to school," he casually shrugged, and I realized I probably shouldn't discuss this with him. He had made me stay at home the last time I mentioned the competition, so I should avoid bringing up school for now.

"Did you take care of Maleeka today?" He turned away from the mirror to face me, and I nodded, although he didn't seem entirely satisfied.

"Did you happen to run into my dad today?" I asked, needing to know what he had been doing behind my back. If my father had sent those images and recordings, that was incredibly disgusting and offensive.

"No, I didn't. Did you want me to meet him, and why?" He wore a peculiar expression, as if he didn't understand why I had suddenly brought up my father.

"No, I was just remembering what Flora mentioned about you," I shifted the conversation, making sure he didn't feel threatened by her. Even when I brought up Flora, he prevented me from discussing her as well. Unfortunately, no matter what I said, he always steered me away from the topic.

He began systematically unbuttoning his shirt and asked, "What did she say?"

I took his coat and hung it on the rack.

"She said you're the best mate I could ever have," I wasn't lying. Flora had a strong affection for him because she didn't know his true nature.

"Ah! She didn't lie, did she?" I couldn't help but grin in response to the smug expression on his lips.

"And how will you show your gratitude for my kindness and assistance to your family?" He inquired. I noticed the large mark on his neck for the first time.

"What's that mark on your neck?" I asked, approaching him steadily. As he lightly ran his fingers over the mark on his neck and then narrowed his eyes, I asked, feeling a growing sense of unease.

"Mr. Holt!" I stuttered and stepped back, putting some distance between us.

"What? Do you recognize this mark?" He asked, appearing somewhat concerned.

I lied, awkwardly laughing, and said, "I'm just scared of bruises."

Thankfully, he shook his head upon hearing my lie, but his demeanor had changed. Instead of pressing me further for the favor he was asking, he simply excused himself and went to the restroom, saying, "I'll go freshen up for bed."

I stood still, my breathing becoming heavy.

"That mark shows up when someone's first mate dies, and they're accused of it," I whispered, feeling goosebumps crawl over my skin.

I waited anxiously for him to come out of the restroom. Knowing he was a viper, I could only expect even more unsettling behavior from him. Those accused of their first mate's murder were often called vipers, snakes, serpents, and other names. These individuals were regarded as cunning and clever, but I couldn't help wondering how he had managed to avoid being incarcerated.

It made sense why he had so skillfully coerced me into marrying him, and those text messages seemed to confirm it. It must have been him, but there was no way he could have done it all on his own. He must have had assistance, and I needed to figure out who was involved.

After contemplating it for the umpteenth time, I decided to get into bed and pretend to be asleep, ready for whatever demand he might make.

He emerged from the restroom after I heard the door open. I felt uneasy when his footsteps stopped just before he reached the bed, and he remained immobile for the next minute.

I lay there uncomfortably, watching for his next move. He climbed onto the bed but hesitated again before lying down.

When he finally settled and wrapped his arm around my stomach, it was a truly frightening moment. His palm was right on my belly, and I found myself holding my breath. I lay still with my eyes closed as he began moving his hand around on my stomach.

He drew even closer, and instead of stopping at my stomach, he slid his hand down between my thighs. I unintentionally squeezed my thighs together as my body trembled, and I felt him draw near to murmur in my ear.

He pressed his hand firmly between my legs and murmured, "I love how you are just pretending to be asleep and letting me do whatever I want to do."