Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 61: Chap-61*Too Late!*

**Atticus Snow:**

"So you let her go. But do you think that will be enough to stop her from pursuing him?" Enzo asked me as we both sat down on the grass and watched the sunset. I hadn't been able to look myself in the mirror but what I did was something very important for me. I couldn't see my sister crying every day. Despite me warning Cynthia to stop seeing my brother-in-law, she wouldn't comply.

I didn't have an answer to his question, but I knew that I was hurting deep down inside. However, Cynthia's betrayal had left me with no choice.

I did what I had to do to prevent her from going after that man. I wished I could solely blame that man, but Cynthia was also at fault.

"I don't know, and I don't want to dwell on it anymore. I'm pretty sure she won't return to school, and I suppose that will help me stop thinking about her," I said, avoiding Enzo's gaze.

"What do you think will happen to her now that she's back in her neighborhood with that mark on her wrist?" Enzo asked, studying my face and waiting for a thoughtful response.

"I'm sure she'll be fine," I lied, although deep down, I feared she might not be.

"What if she's not?" Enzo continued, seemingly unaware that he was stressing me out.

"And whose fault is that? It's not like she's entirely innocent. I gave her numerous chances despite the pressure I was under. For some reason, she wouldn't stop seeing that man. If I hadn't taught her the hard way, she'd be hearing from the council very soon, and if she doesn't cooperate, they won't be lenient," I told Enzo, turning my face away.

"What about Rosalie?" He turned his face away and clenched his jaw when asking me about her.

"What about her?" I shrugged. "It's not like I didn't already tell her that I only accepted her to hurt Cynthia."

I didn't understand what was happening between these two, but it seemed like they were going through some trouble.

"Don't you think that's leading her on?" he asked.

"I made it clear to her that I would never fall in love with her. She accepted to be with me despite knowing that, so how am I at fault?" I sighed and stood up after giving my response to him.

"Don't worry too much. I'm sure Cynthia and her father will realize they can't keep ruining other people's lives. She'll be back in school soon, and if not... I'll figure something out," I frowned as I tried to distance myself from the conversation.

"I'm not worried about you. I was concerned about Rosalie, but it seems like your mind is fixated on Cynthia," Enzo said softly as he got up after me.

"I know. I was just saying that we shouldn't worry too much about Cynthia. She'll be fine anyway. And Zeon will stop buzzing around her like a bumblebee," I explained.

"To be completely honest, I have a terrible feeling about this. We witnessed her father beating her in front of the whole pack. What do you think he'll do to her now that she has that mark on her wrist?" Enzo's words left me stunned.

I stood still for a few seconds before my brain finally concluded that I might have made a grave mistake. In my attempt to scare her away from Zeon, I had inadvertently caused her a great deal of pain and humiliation.

"Alright. I'll go talk to her father and see what I can do for her," I conceded, because, unlike Cynthia, I wasn't heartless.

"I'll head home, get my things, and meet you at the pack's border. We'll go to her house together," I informed Enzo as I walked to my car and started the engine.

The car ride was agonizing. It was just me and my lonely, broken, and bruised heart. I couldn't quite fathom why Cynthia had turned out to be so selfish and malicious, and yet I couldn't prevent myself from continually trying to help her.

After parking my car in the mansion's driveway and rushing inside, I headed to my room in a hurry to grab some cash. I had a feeling that the only way to persuade her father to let her continue her education would be to offer him some money.

I collected some cash and took my stress-relief pill before returning to my car. I was somewhat rushed because my conscience kept reminding me that my little abduction plan had crossed a line.

Just as I drove out of the pack's area, I started to feel dizzy. It was as if my eyelids were closing under pressure. I fought to stay awake, but the blurriness in front of my eyes left me with no choice but to pull my car over to the side of the road and pass out in the driver's seat.

I wasn't sure how it happened, but it wouldn't be the first time this had occurred.

I had been experiencing these episodes of going numb and passing out for hours over the last few months. I hadn't told anyone because I was afraid the Council would strip me of my Alpha status and label me as imperfect.

I woke up to Enzo shaking me, trying to bring me back to awareness. "Dude! What the heck! I've been searching for you everywhere," he kept muttering. I had no idea how long I had been in that car, but it seemed like it had been more than just a few hours this time.

"What? I was--I was supposed to be--," I stammered, rubbing my temples in confusion.

"You've been missing, Atticus," Enzo explained, his eyes reflecting his deep concern. I couldn't believe it. Since I couldn't even tell how I ended up asleep in the car, I decided to ask Enzo for more information.

"How lo--ng?" I rubbed my eyes and grumpily sat up, noticing how numb my body still felt.

"An entire day. You just vanished," Enzo shocked me with his revelation.

"What?" I gasped. It felt like I had no control over my own body during those hours. How on earth had I wasted so much time?

"It's okay. I found you now," Enzo reassured me, knowing how shaken I looked.