Cynthia Dion:"What is going on here?" Mara stepped forward, demanding an explanation even though she had overheard everything. She left the door wide open, ensuring that anyone who hadn't heard the neighbor's slurs could now listen in. I stayed silent and let Atticus handle the situation with his mate."Ugh!" Atticus grunted, visibly frustrated as he paced back and forth."This is what I've feared from the start. I knew she would gain your sympathy," Mara yelled, tears welling up in her eyes, her lips downturned in disappointment."Why my mate? Didn't you feel satisfied after taking other people's mates? Why mine now?" Mara stormed inside to confront me, her voice filled with anger and despair. I noticed our neighbors peeking in, expressing sympathy for Mara, who was crying profusely.I stood up, my voice quivering with emotion. "I did this to you?" I asked incredulously. "Out of all the people in the world, you should be the last one to question my character, given that you knew how
Cynthia Dion: Just when I thought he'd finally depart, having already stepped out the door, I witnessed him returning, wearing a visibly distressed expression. It didn't take more than a few minutes; he quite literally came back immediately."Why have you come back?" I whispered sharply."I'm not going anywhere," he replied with a harsh tone."Of course he's not going anywhere. You have him in your grip," as Mara started to speak again, Atticus silenced her with a stern glare."Mara! Leave this place immediately," Atticus cautioned her, pointing his finger, urging her departure so that the crazy neighbors could follow suit."Why? I'm not abandoning you with her," she yelled at the top of her lungs, causing the women behind me to turn their attention to us, their faces contorted with disdain."How about you take him and go," I stepped out from behind him and raised my voice at her. Atticus was taken aback by my words, and he turned to look at me in disbelief."No, I'm serious. I'm tir
Cynthia Dion:"Well, if you've finished your daydreaming, could you please go? I need some rest," I raised my eyebrow, keeping a watchful eye on him, signaling for him to let me be, as I had no interest in his games."Give it some thought," he mumbled, trying to draw my attention back to that specific point."Shut the door behind you when you go," I sighed, opting not to engage with him. I can't help but wonder why I used to be so terrified of him. Maybe now that I have a wolf, I'm not as frightened, but back then, everyone appeared like a complete nightmare to me."That's why you're going through all this hardship, because you don't heed your old man," my father grumbled as he exited the room.'At least you've found your voice again,' Thea commended, and soon I drifted off to sleep. I'd formulated some ideas before dozing off, and a big part of them revolved around locating my sister's whereabouts.Maybe she'll attempt to get in touch with me once she realizes I've returned home?I w
Cynthia Dion:"He informed him about Cynthia getting into some trouble. He didn't mention any names because I swiftly grabbed the phone from his hands at the right moment. However, that's not important because the moment he arrives, she will spill the beans," he added as he noticed the others exhale a sigh of relief. They were back to feeling anxious again."Wait! That's only feasible if he manages to meet her in one piece. If she ends up as a crisp, he won't ever hear a peep from her against us," Just as sinister as his daughter, Mr. York suggested the idea of burning me alive."What about us?" Jack's father whispered in his ear, wearing a mournful expression because they didn't get to harm me. What a despicable individual."It's a matter of our survival or some twisted amusement," Mr. York whispered back, as if he thought no one else could hear him. "I mean, we don't have the luxury of indulging in too much punishment. We need to make the most of what time we have left and dispose o
Cynthia Dion:I was still in his arms while everyone was rising to their feet, coming out of our house and neighboring homes to see what was happening. The audacity of them to still be able to show their faces after what they have done baffled me. "Before you claim we can't give her a deserving title of a slut, our lord, we've got the green light," Mr. York added, just to be on the safe side in case Atticus starts losing his mind again. I was badly wounded but still staying awake because I didn’t want to pass out and miss any decision made against me.“She is a no one anymore,” he said. "Hm!" Atticus gently placed me on the ground, steadying me on my feet by gripping my arms."If that's the main worry – that she's no longer somebody, then I'll turn her into somebody tonight," Atticus made certain they were all taken aback when he proclaimed that. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. Each word was a headache, but I remained in place because he was keeping me on my feet with a firm grip.
Cynthia Dion:"I can walk just fine," I unwrapped his arm from around my shoulder as I headed towards the car and instantly regretted it when I nearly stumbled due to my weakness."Ah!" I winced, sensing his arm around my waist as he hoisted me into the air."I told you I could walk fine," I grunted, gripping onto his collar while pressing my body closer to his."You can travel the world once you're feeling better," he muttered, sounding annoyed with me, and then I sat in the car's driver's seat."Don't go all alpha on me," I grumbled, rolling my eyes and turning to look out the window."Don't be too stubborn, then," he remarked under his breath. It was quite peculiar being married to him. After everything that had transpired between us, I had least expected this outcome. But here we were, married, and I was now the pack's Luna.As he started the car, I kept nodding off, but the thought of returning to that terrible place kept me awake. The ride was mostly quiet, and we only exchanged
Cynthia Dion:"I heard that," I glanced down, recalling how he'd helped make it happen; otherwise, I might've lost everything by now."If you'd like, we can have lunch in the garden," he suggested, but I wasn't sure if I was prepared to face everyone just yet."No offense, but your family might kill me," I attempted to get out of bed, but when I stumbled, he grabbed my arm to steady me."Can I bring something up?" I sank back into the chair, feeling defeated. I'd vowed never to ask him this again because, no matter what he says, he can never provide a satisfactory explanation for his actions."Of course," he settled in across from me on a cushy seat, his eyes fixed on me, waiting for me to continue."Why are you going through all this for me? Do you believe I wrecked your sister's marriage? Do you think I cheated on you? Huh! You even seem to go along with the rumors about me stealing mates. So, why? Why won't you just leave me to face the consequences? Why save me?" My questions made
Cynthia Dion:"So if you want me to stay here and not leave, you'll have to do as I say. You did what you wanted, and now you'll have to do what I want," she warned Atticus, tears streaming down her face."You want me to endure suffering because I can't stand that girl at all," Atticus muttered, keeping his voice low.I felt uncomfortable sitting among them and remaining silent. Mr. Holt was silently staring at my face, clenching his jaw now and then. I had a feeling that he was contemplating how to make my life miserable in the near future."Then why did you accept her in the first place?" Maleeka muttered, keeping her gaze fixed on his face and awaiting a valid excuse, which he had."For you," he concluded, and silence enveloped us. I began to rise from my seat to leave, but Atticus grasped my hand and gently sat me back down. "Stay," he mumbled."What changed now?" She asked with a sorrowful tone. It was unfortunate that the siblings were pitted against each other now, but it wasn'