Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 98: Chap-98*Taking Care Of The Sick Alpha.*

**Cynthia Dion: **

He was really mad, and I thought he might change into his wolf form any moment. Then, when I looked up at him, I saw something strange happening to his eyes.

"Atticus!" I didn't realize that his anger wasn't directed at me, but I was so scared of his wolf side.

I released his arms and stepped back to keep myself safe.

"Fu---," he grunted, then started coughing as if there was no tomorrow.

"Here!" I hurried to give him some water, but he was too focused on his pain to think about anything else.

"Atticus!" I knelt beside him, gently rubbing his back in an attempt to comfort him. However, he continued to cough and flinch.

"We should get you to the hospital," I whispered. As I tried to get up from the ground, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down again.

"No!" he adamantly rejected the idea. "That would go against me." He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, wrapping his other arm around his stomach to suppress his cough.

I could tell he didn't want Mr. Holt to hear him from inside my room.

"What are you talking about? Can't an alpha visit a hospital?" I rolled my eyes at the pack members' mentality these days.

"It's not about that. Mr. Holt will bring up all the other times when I fell sick, and they will consider me..." He paused as he continued to struggle with his cough.

"Unfit?" I inquired, and he nodded in agreement.

"That man is absurd," I remarked, observing him steal a glance at my face.

"Why is he even living here, acting like he isn't the evillest person?" I began to vent my anger. I'm sure he couldn't even pay attention to my complaints because he appeared to be in great pain.

"Damn! It's even more painful tonight," he groaned as he began to lose his balance.

"Okay, if you won't go to the hospital, what about Enzo's mother? She's the doctor in her pack. If we can sneak you out without Zeon finding out, your secret will stay safe," I suggested, thinking it might be our only choice. For some reason, he looked at my face with astonishment.

"Why? Did you think I'd be cruel enough not to help you?" I said straightforwardly, my face showing no emotion. It should have been apparent to him that I would never harm him, despite how he had hurt me.

"I--" he began to stammer, clearly feeling guilty.

"Let's get out of here and get you the help you need," I said, helping him to his feet by holding his hand.

"But what about Zeon? He'll realize you weren't in your room all night when he comes in here," he voiced his concern for me.

"We should talk to your sister and maybe convince her to find a way to send him away somehow," I said, my brows furrowing as I contemplated a plan.

"Ah, damn!" he groaned, dropping to his knees once more. His face was turning red as he struggled to stifle the cough.

"Give me your phone," I requested, not waiting for him to hand it over. I started searching his pockets, ignoring his surprised gaze.

"What's the passcode?" I inquired once I found his phone.

"Atticus! What's the passcode?" I repeated, realizing he was unable to hold his phone himself. I needed to speak to his sister, so I was just asking for the passcode to make the call.

"It's--," he paused, wincing in pain, "loveCynEeka.”

For a moment, I fell silent. I had forgotten to respond or even unlock his phone. His passcode had Maleeka's name, which was understandable, but why mine? Cyn was for Cynthia.

"Okay!" I shook myself and unlocked the screen, dialing her number. As I did so, I noticed a slew of missed calls from Rosalie. It appeared she had called him nearly a hundred times a day, and he hadn't picked up.

I wasn't sure what was happening between them, but I chose to concentrate on the immediate problem at hand.

"Atticus, is everything alright?" She answered the call with a sleepy voice and steady breathing.

"It's me," I whispered, almost foolishly, as if Mr. Holt could hear us through the phone.

"What's--," she began, probably getting out of bed. I heard her open and close a door.

"Where's Atticus?" Her voice echoed, and I realized she had locked herself in the bathroom.

"He's in my room, but he's not well," I whispered back, following her lead in speaking quietly.

"Wait, what happened to him?" She began to panic, taking deep breaths.

"He's coughing and retching," I whispered to her, "I'm taking him to Enzo's house," I added.

"I don't think he ever wants to see a doctor for anything. How are you going to manage it?" she asked, causing me to glance at him. He appeared as though he might pass out at any moment.

"Leave that to me," I reassured her.

"Thank you, Cynthia!" She sounded genuinely grateful, and I couldn't express how much I appreciated her always being there to help me.

"Thank me later when I manage to sneak out of the mansion without Mr. Holt catching me," I replied with concern.

"Oh, I'll find a way to get him out of here with me," she whispered. "Yes! I'll tell him I'm not feeling well in the mansion and ask him to take me to the farmhouse." She determinedly exited the bathroom and began complaining, "OUCH! Zeon, I don't know what's happening to me, but I'm having trouble breathing." As she spoke, I took a deep breath.

She stayed on the call so I could hear their conversation, and that's when Zeon agreed to leave with her. The conversation only lasted for five minutes, but it ended on a somewhat ominous note.

"I'll go back to my room and grab my wallet," Mr. Holt announced, and my heart sank in my chest.

"Shit! He's coming to my room," I panicked, watching Atticus crouch near the couch.