Chap-47*Mark Of Shame.*

Cynthia Dion:  He looked angry when he held my hand and registered what I was going to do. "Not this time, Cynthia!" he grunted under his clenched jaw, "you wanted to be a whore of the Rogues? I’m going to make you that right now," he mumbled with determination, making me worried about his plans. "What---ouch!" I tried to speak, but his grasp against my wrist silenced me before I mustered the strength to speak again. "Atticus! Set me free," I cried, but he didn’t budge. He let go of my arm and grabbed my shoulders, pressing them firmly before ripping my shirt off my shoulder. I was so shocked that I couldn’t gulp for a second. "What are you doing?" I gasped anyway. "Don’t you fucking touch me," I warned him, but he wasn’t afraid of an omega like me. His hand coming into contact with my skin gave me an icy shiver that ran down my spine. "I will make sure everybody sees you for who you are," he grunted, "I gave you enough chances to stop, but you have crossed your boundary many times, an