Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 97: Chap-97*Dirty D*ck Husband.*

**Cynthia Dion: **

When I got back to my room, Mr. Holt was using a laptop, lying in bed. I didn't want to stay in the same room with him.

He kept his eyes on the laptop and mentioned, "I've told the staff to get the oceanfront farmhouse in Maui ready for our honeymoon."

I gulped nervously and fidgeted with my fingers, wondering why the heck we had to go on a honeymoon when it was clear we didn't like each other. I just couldn't grasp his underlying motive for all these chaotic actions.

He noticed my unease about being alone with him and gave a sly grin, then asked, "Do you reckon you can get ready in just two days?"

I felt a lump in my throat at this news.

"Why do we have to go? I mean, Maleeka needs you; your child needs you," I said, hesitating to get closer to him.

I felt a deep fear at the thought of what he might do, so I kept my distance.

"So, are you saying you think I'm irresponsible and that I'm making these plans to shirk my responsibilities?" He seemed to be trying to shift the blame onto me, and his tone made my heart race.

He's purposely trying to cast me as the villain so he can punish me.

"No," I shook my head.

"Then just be quiet and begin packing your things!" He suddenly shouted, causing me to step back, filled with fear.

I was worried he might doze off right here in the room as he closed his laptop, but thankfully, he climbed out of bed and strode out of the room right after saying, "Now, turn off the lights and go to sleep."

"Goodnight," he said, pausing briefly, leaning in to kiss my cheek with a soft but unpleasant peck on my skin.

I had hoped he would leave immediately, but after touching me, he decided otherwise. I found him placing his laptop down and snapping his fingers in front of my face to get my attention.

I raised my face in astonishment as he commanded me in an extremely commanding manner, "Get on your knees and please me."

"I’m your mate and husband. You have some duties to perform. Get on your knees." He looked me in the eye and said,

"Cynthia!" He yelled, and when I didn’t move to comply, he seized my hair from the back of my head and began putting pressure on my legs, forcing me down on my knees.

"Please don’t!" I immediately begged him not to do it, but he was too powerful, and his wolf was craving the pleasure, so his strength was even exuding a lot.

He brought his firm di** out after unzipping his trousers; he was already rock hard.

The instant he was aiming to shove his dick in my mouth, I started throwing up.

"Fuck!" he complained and ran back from me, "fuck!" he yelled again, feeling disgusted at the thought of my throwing up on him.

"You bitch!" He swung his arm from afar and slapped me hard enough to knock me to the side.

"You dirtied everything," he was shouting angrily, grunting, and throwing things around. While I was just numb.

He went into the bathroom to freshen up while I was sobbing miserably. I have never craved having a wolf this badly as I did today.

He took a shower and then walked out of the room.

"I will make sure you don’t act like this again," after threatening me, he left the room to go spend time with his first mate.

I couldn’t even get up on my feet to go lock the door.

If only I could go back in time and alter a few things, it certainly would not be how I wanted my life to be. On the other hand, if I hadn’t married him, I might never have known what he was really like.

When the door opened and someone entered, I was already submerged in my grief.

In a hurry, Atticus shut the door and whirled around to look in my direction.

I looked up and noticed his terrified eyes scouring my face.

He was belligerently asking me, "What the fu** did he do to yo---,"

I kept staring at him before I jumped to my feet and ran over to embrace him.

His powerful arms were very soothing, and even when he did nothing, the mere smell of him could make me feel better.

He quickly surrounded me in his arms and gave me a comforting embrace.

I felt safe and protected in his arms. As soon as that security enveloped me, I broke down in tears, just like a baby.

"Cynthia! What happened?" He asked me with curiosity, and I could tell he was deeply concerned, with his heavy breathing and the rise and fall of his chest.

His anger grew as more thoughts raced through his mind.

When he couldn't wait any longer and had to ask what that guy had done to me, he shouted, "Cynthia!" and pushed me away, ending the embrace.

"Tell me, what did he do to you?" His harsh and commanding tone was frightening me. I don't know what was happening to me, but I had an overwhelming urge to vomit.

"Cynth---," before he could shout again, I mumbled.

"He hit me---,"

"Why? Why the fuck did he raise his hand on you?" Atticus continued to hold me by my arms and question me.

"Bec----ause---he wanted me to suck his di---ck. He forced me on my knees-------and tried to--------but before he could ---I threw u---p on him," I sobbed, choking on my tears. Just the mere idea of him succeeding tonight made my body tremble. I cannot believe Mr. Holt is getting worse with every passing day.

He was over here ruining lives, allegedly killing his unborn babies, yet he was living in this mansion like a royal person without having to face any consequences.

"What---," Atticus' gasp snapped me back to reality. He was stunned by my revelation.

Upon receiving my response, he clenched his grip on my arms, his eyes welling up with tears of anger.