Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 168: Chap-168*The Alpha's Luna.*

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 occasional grunts.

The real panic set in when the car came to a stop in the mansion's parking lot. As Atticus stepped out of the car, I hurried to open the door to get on my feet, but he had already held it open for me and was looking at me in a way that made it clear he was going to lift me again.

It was going to be awkward being back here now as his wife and mate. He gently lifted me, and I didn't protest. My body ached, and I was in pain. I just needed some rest and sleep, so I chose not to argue and save the little energy I had left.

As he carried me, I noticed the couple was in the garden having lunch. Yes! The whole night and morning had gone by in all that chaos. I was feeling really tired and needed rest, but Atticus wasn't willing to take me anywhere until we got married.

"Why is she back?" Maleeka's voice reached my ears, tinged with anger and a lot of hatred.

"We'll discuss it later," Atticus kept moving, not even pausing when his sister, and perhaps Mr. Holt, followed him.

"Atticus! Put her down and get her out of here," she yelled at the top of her lungs. When Atticus continued without stopping, she rushed past him and blocked the entrance to his bedroom with her arms outstretched.

"No, she's not going in there with you," she cautioned Atticus, who continued holding me, making the situation quite uncomfortable.

"Maleeka, please move out of the way," Atticus remained surprisingly composed despite his sister's loud protests.

"She used to be my wife. Isn't it inappropriate to take her to your room, cradling her like a bride?" Mr. Holt finally spoke up, breaking his silence.

"Did my sister ever block your way when you brought her home as your bride?" Atticus turned to face Mr. Holt while still holding me.

"That was in the past, and she was my bride. Why is she with you?" Mr. Holt must have been seething with anger at my return, thinking he had left me with no place to go. I could see Atticus standing up to Mr. Holt now.

"Put her down," Maleeka interjected. "Your brother-in-law is right. Why are you carrying her like she's a bride or something?" They were upset with Atticus for offering me support, as they could clearly see my extensive bruises and realized I couldn't walk on my own.

"Because she is a bride," Atticus stated calmly. But what he said next left them in shocked disbelief. "My bride!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you correctly," Maleeka's voice held a note of sadness. It couldn't have been easy for her to hear her brother say those words about a girl she despised so much.

"You heard it. She's my mate, and I accepted her last night. I married her just a few minutes ago. Now, if you'll excuse us, she needs some rest," Atticus turned back to his sister, who seemed on the verge of breaking down.

"Maleeka!" Mr. Holt approached her, gently moving her out of Atticus's path so he could enter his room. Maleeka was so shocked that she couldn't even utter a sound and let us pass. Atticus set me down on his bed and then went to lock the door and get the first aid kit.

"I just need to sleep," I mumbled, unwilling to stay awake for another minute.

"You can sleep as much as you want, but we need to take care of your wounds first," Atticus shook his head, declining my request, and sat on the bed. I didn't pay much attention to what he said. I simply rested my head against the pillow and drifted off to sleep almost immediately.

I think he stayed by my side and tended to my injuries because I felt his hands gently cleaning my face. Then, he tucked me in with a blanket to let me rest.

It must have been hours, because when I woke up, I saw a doctor standing beside me, talking to Atticus.

"She's doing well. You did an excellent job taking care of her during these days, as her condition was quite serious. She might have lost the ability to conceive a child, but she's stable now. It's mainly the wounds and the wolfbane in her system that are making her feel weak," she informed Atticus, who nodded in response.

"Oh, and congratulations on finding a mate and making her your luna," she extended her congratulations to him for his marriage and for finding Luna, who was considered the most reviled creature by every pack member.

"Thank you very much," Atticus replied with a smile and escorted her out of the room. When he returned, I had managed to sit up in bed.

"You are fine now," he began, trying to relay what the doctor had said, but I interrupted him in my soft voice.