Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 100: Chap-100*Sandwiched Between The Two Alphas.*

**Cynthia Dion: **

I didn't want to disrupt their private conversation and also their peace, so I exited the house and lingered in the garden, but soon his mother forcibly pulled me out.

I knew she had initiated the treatment and even summoned some aides to assess Atticus's condition. I was anxious about him, but all I could do was wait outside in the chill.

After a few minutes of my departure, I spotted Enzo emerging from the house with his hands tucked into his shorts pockets, appearing disheveled. His hair was tousled, likely because we had disrupted his peaceful slumber.

"So, care to explain what led to his loss of strength and your decision to bring him here?" He halted right in front of me and posed a question.

"Ask him yourself when he wakes up," I shot back, rolling my eyes at him, unwilling to give him any information.

"Don't get sassy with me," he muttered, gritting his teeth and taking an intimidating step closer to me. When I didn't flinch, he lowered his head and smirked sarcastically. "Let me guess, you think he cares about you."

I chose not to respond to his remark. No matter how many times people insisted that someone cared about me, I refused to believe it because I was in this predicament for a specific reason.

"Does your husband know you're here?" He inquired, but it didn't seem like he was trying to intimidate me.

"Do you really think I'd be here if he knew?" I responded, my expression bluntly conveying that I considered that idea utterly foolish.

"Why not? You wear the pants in this relationship," he shrugged, pouting, echoing a sentiment I'd heard from others before.

"What gives you that idea?" I asked, genuinely curious. Did he know about those text messages as well?

"Ask Atticus when he wakes up," Enzo replied with a smirk, turning the tables on me.

"It's chilly out here; you can... stay in my room; just don't leave it and--" I could tell he was struggling to find the right words, likely not wanting me to know that his mother didn't want me inside.

"Don't get caught?" I finished his sentence, shaking my head. "Your mother despises me, and I understand why. I won't step into that house where someone harbors such strong animosity towards me. I've learned from my past mistakes," I remarked, thinking about Mr. Holt. I hadn't realized he hated me so deeply.

"So, you overheard--" He lowered his head, scratching his neck, sounding embarrassed.

"But it's not like you haven't done anything wrong. You--" As he began to speak, I decided to cut in.

"I trapped Mr. Holt and ruined Maleeka's life, right?" I rolled my eyes and sighed. "You know what's exhausting? Trying to prove your innocence. You, of all people, should understand how I feel when someone accuses me of things I didn't do. Mara accused you of things too, and I believed it until you provided evidence to the contrary. I'm willing to admit my mistakes and apologize, but you guys-- you'd never admit when you were way off base accusing me of things," I ranted until I ran out of breath.

It felt liberating to defend myself.

"And would you confess you were mistaken if we presented you with evidence of your actions?" he inquired, prompting me to roll my eyes at him once more.

"So, you've been living with Zeon Holt. What happened to the mate bond you once sensed with me?" The way his tone shifted as he examined my body and tenderly rubbed his chest made me feel uncomfortable.

"Your friend is in pain and struggling, and you're--" I mumbled, stepping away from him, but he cut me off.

"He will be fine now that he is here. And fine, don’t sleep with me. It’s not like I have any shortage of chicks," his scoff and subtle head shake were to show he was disappointed that I missed the opportunity to ride his Majestic dick.

What a dick!

"Don't even entertain the thought of it ever happening," I countered, more as an assertion than a challenge.

"Don't provoke me. I can make it happen if I want to. You're my mate, and not just any mate-- a mate with many alpha mates. So, don't test me," the way he said it brought to mind the fey theory. He probably knew--of course, he did. He's an alpha. He's knowledgeable about these matters. Was he attempting to manipulate me?

I couldn't respond to him after that because I refused to be dragged in front of the council.

"You must be cold," he then averted his gaze from me once more, "I'll fetch you some coffee and something warm to wrap up in," he acted a bit sly, showing some semblance of concern for me. I was about to tell him not to bother, but then his phone rang, and I couldn't continue our conversation.

"Wait a minute," Enzo frowned as his phone rang. He then answered the call and returned inside the mansion. Once again, I found myself alone in the garden, growing increasingly agitated. I had no idea about Atticus's condition, and it was starting to weigh on me. My worries shifted back from Atticus to myself when I noticed a car pull up in the driveway, and the person who stepped out was none other than the devil's doppelganger.

Rosalie was dressed in black leggings and a black sports bra, her hair tied up in a ponytail, and she carried a water bottle. It looked like she had just finished her morning jog and decided to come here.

The instant she emerged from the car, her gaze fell upon me, and her facial expression shifted. Initially, she appeared startled at the sight of me here, and then she began to breathe heavily, revealing her anger.

Without hesitation, she swiftly started walking toward me, seemingly intent on questioning why I was at Enzo's mansion. I braced myself for a confrontation because that's clearly what she was approaching me for.