Cynthia Dion:After that, we maintained silence because the atmosphere had turned awkward. It wasn't the right time for me to inquire about what Atticus had wanted to say.I hesitated to have him admit anything, feeling undeserving of any revelations. Exiting the car, he courteously held the door open for me. Hand in hand, we strolled towards the garden, where I spotted Mr. Holt engrossed in a book.Upon lifting his gaze, our eyes briefly connected, creating an oddly intense moment. Despite my reservations, a part of me doubted my ability to manipulate this man; everything he did seemed to be of his own free will.Gratefully, we passed by the garden and continued toward our room when Maleeka came into view. My body tensed, causing me to halt, even though Atticus hadn't intended to stop. Observing my resistance, he halted with me.I couldn't help but feel sorry for Maleeka."Why did she storm off like that?" Maleeka inquired, shooting me a hateful glare. It was entirely justified. Imag
Cynthia Dion:"What did she tell you, Cynthia? Look! If she spills the beans on why she pulled that stunt, we can piece things together much more easily," he was spot on; Thea's tight-lipped act was the only thing keeping us in the dark about what transpired."She mentioned someone talked her into doing all of that," as I uttered those words, the furrow on Atticus's forehead relaxed."Someone!" Atticus echoed my words, drifting into a bit of a daze, likely attempting to crack this enigma."I get the feeling she's just trying to wriggle out of this situation and pin the blame on some faceless scapegoat," I shook my head, reluctant to believe her any longer. If she were truly innocent, she would've spilled the beans a long time ago. Instead, she continued to mete out punishment to others, making it look like she was on my side and also a victim of everyone."No, Cynthia!" Atticus, for some reason, wasn't on board with my skepticism. I turned my face to see what had caught his attention
Cynthia Dion:"I was just checking up on her," I calmly explained, though I'd recently discovered my innocence wasn't crystal clear."You don’t need to do that. I am here for that," he responded sternly, and who could blame him?"I'll be in my room." Maleeka, uninterested in sticking around, left us in an awkward silence, walking away without her mate and heading straight to her room."I wasn’t trying to hurt her or anything," I felt compelled to justify my presence."It doesn’t matter," he muttered.I understand my wolf played a part, but there's more to the story. Mr. Holt had subjected me to terrible things. How can he look me in the eye and place the blame solely on me?"I know it doesn’t matter to you," I said, locking eyes with him, "since you always find a way to pull the strings." After what I had learned earlier, I wasn’t sure how I could ever outsmart this malicious man."Well, I have my ways around," he said, wearing a fake smile that soon turned into a genuine smirk. "So,
Cynthia Dion:My resentment toward her melted away, and sympathy replaced it.'Why didn't you clue me in?' I asked, careful not to set her off with a harsh tone. It was evident she had been through a tough time alongside me, living with the belief that she was a wicked wolf. Now, I regretted always raising my voice at her. Perhaps that's why she kept things from me. Regardless, I decided to stop tuning her out.'I couldn't. I was scared. The first time I took over you, it was manipulated and downright painful,' she explained, shedding light on why she kept silent. I could see she feared I wouldn't believe her.'How did you break free from the hypnotism?' I inquired, wary of the possibility of being hypnotized again. It was crucial to know how to break out of it if it happened.'Remember when we lost the baby? That triggered our freedom. That day, he had to harm us because he realized he was about to lose control the moment the baby was born,' she pointed out. It dawned on me that it w
Cynthia Dion:"Hm! Well, some people just have bad luck," he almost zoned out before her words were able to grab his attention again."You turned lucky! I mean--," as she paused, Mr. Holt tilted his face to the back of her head. It seemed like he knew what she was going to talk about: "You were unlucky too, but then you got me," she almost cheered, but as he grunted and cleared his throat, she shut up. It just felt weird. They were talking about me?But Mr. Holt has always shown his disdain for me, so why would he want her to shut up when he agreed that I am a horrible mate for Atticus?"I am sorry! But sometimes I just can’t help but think about how unlucky you had been until you met me," once she mentioned it again, Mr. Holt started getting up. She instantly moved forward and turned around to look at him."I will get you some juice," he smiled at her, and she smiled back, not finding it weird. I was shocked at how she didn’t think too much of it when it was clear that he didn’t like
Cynthia Dion:"AHHHH!" I wailed as I yanked the dagger from my thigh and pursued him. Clutching the dagger, I scanned the darkness; he must have concealed himself.But I didn’t have time to even think twice before looking for ways to save her from his evil plans."Maleeka!" I called out, hoping to locate her and escape the mansion together. Her silence fueled my fear; I couldn't let her fall victim to him. After finding out that her anger towards me was not a mere jealousy thing, I decided to earn her forgiveness by saving her from this disgusting man.Frantically, I overturned objects, searching for her like a madwoman. "You need to come out; I won’t hurt you," I exclaimed loudly, worried she might be hiding or coerced into silence."Maleeka!" I continued to call, desperately hoping she'd reveal herself and come with me. The night had already been chaotic, and now I had no idea where they both were."Maleeka! You're not safe here," I shouted, trying to make my voice reach her. The ma
Cynthia Dion:"Cynthia! What happened? Tell me what were you trying to say?" Atticus looked intrigued, having noticed the change in my expression. I had unraveled the reason behind everything, and now it all made sense."Atticus! I know everything now. OH MY God! I know why Maleeka trusts him so much," I exclaimed. It was all right there from the start, and I couldn’t see it.And it also made sense now. There was no way a mate would tolerate so much of cheating from her mate. There was a big reason behind her constantly taking him back"Tell me, what do you know?" Atticus seemed interested too, and fortunately, he didn't immediately blame me or think my wolf had gone crazy again. even when he found me in the farmhouse, he never questioned me. He just immediately knew I was being framed."Let us go home, and I will tell you everything in detail. Tell me, why did you ask me about my cellphone?" I inquired, redirecting the conversation. He paused for a moment as he gathered his thoughts.
Cynthia Dion:"I'm not finished yet. From now on, you'll be sleeping in your room alone. Cynthia and Mr. Holt are to keep their distance from you," Atticus declared, and she gasped. I noticed Mr. Holt only frown a little as if he was acknowledging everything but was waiting to understand it better."What? You want my partner, the father of my child, to steer clear of me? You think he'd harm his own child?" She spat angrily, disbelief etched across her face. She didn’t even want to believe any evidence against him. If she were to accuse me so bluntly, she should also remember that even in her words, I was the instigator. It was her own mate who performed all those heinous acts upon her."He's done it before, hasn't he?" I interjected, redirecting the focus to me. Her attention shifted, and she pointed accusingly."And who pushed him to do that? You did!" she raised her voice, glaring at me. As If that would give Mr. Holt a pass."How? Do you think seduction justifies a crime?" I counte