Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 99: Chap-99*My Alpha's Parents Hates Me.*

**Cynthia Dion: **

I started to panic, scanning the room to find a hiding spot for Atticus. I was worried that if I stashed him in the bathroom and Mr. Holt decided to shower or use it for anything else before taking Maleeka out, I'd be in trouble.

"Just grab the bag from the closet. Your clothes are in there. Why do you have to disturb Cynthia's sleep at this hour?" Luckily, Maleeka proposed this idea to Mr. Holt because she knew her brother was in my room.

"You're pretty demanding when you're pregnant," Mr. Holt sounded tired, but at least he went along with her suggestion.

I paced around the bedroom, feeling anxious about Atticus, who appeared drained from his incessant coughing.

"Just a few more minutes, alright?" I settled beside him on the couch. Suddenly, he slumped down and, before I could grasp his intent, he rested his head in my lap and clung to my legs tightly.

I was too stunned to even take a deep breath at that moment. I was on the couch, and he was on the floor. The whole situation was chaotic. But I figured he simply sought solace in that moment.

After a few minutes, I finally heard Maleeka and Mr. Holt leaving their room, likely headed to the car. As they got into the car and the engine started, I released a sigh of relief, still observing Atticus clinging to my legs tightly.

"We're spending a few days at the farmhouse, right?" Maleeka inquired.

"Just four days. I'll have to return to open the academy again," he replied, sounding quite unhappy about leaving with her and likely not being around to annoy me.

I let out a deep sigh, but things were heating up now. They had taken nearly thirty minutes, and Atticus had barely moved.

Maleeka finally hung up, so I knew it was safe for me to take Atticus to Enzo's pack now.

"Atticus," I whispered, pausing as I attempted to rest my hand on his back. I had to take a deep breath and gather all my courage to touch him. I gently placed my hand on his back and patted it, trying to rouse him.

"Hm!" He sounded drowsy.

"We need to take you to Enzo's place. This isn't good for you," I mentioned how he had been coughing, and now it seemed like he had completely run out of energy.

"Come on, get up!" I then helped him pull away from me and stand on his feet. I even had to loop his arm around my shoulder to provide him with support.

He kept stumbling as if he were half asleep. I dialed his trusted driver from his phone, and only then was Atticus escorted to the car.

The driver had previously worked for Atticus' parents, so he was genuinely reliable. Once Atticus was settled in the car, our journey to Enzo's pack commenced.

The partition between the driver and us allowed me to evade the driver's watchful eyes. Because shortly after we crossed the border, Atticus shifted his position and rested his head in my lap once more.

He even turned his face towards me and nuzzled into my tummy, wrapping his arms around my back and seeking refuge in my embrace.

I didn't react to it, although I felt a peculiar sensation. He remained in that position and eventually drifted off to sleep. After a few minutes, I began to gently stroke his hair and then slowly run my hand through it to provide him with comfort.

After hours of travel, I too had drifted off to sleep, my head reclined against the window and Atticus still sleeping in my lap.

When we finally reached Enzo's mansion, it was already 4 a.m. My heart was racing. I woke Atticus, and he struggled to straighten his back, looking quite unwell.

I didn't need to escort him inside because the driver had already informed Enzo, who hurried out wearing black shorts and a blue shirt to greet Atticus.

"Dude! Yo--" Enzo rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Atticus before pulling back to examine his friend.

He paused briefly, acknowledging my presence but choosing to focus on Atticus first.

"He needs your mother's help," I interjected, letting him know what was going on with Atticus.

"What happened to him?" Enzo asked, providing support to Atticus.

"He started coughing, and then his body just--" I sighed, finding it difficult to recount the details.

"Was he stressed?" Enzo inquired. This marked the first time Enzo spoke to me without scorn or mockery.

"Sort of," I replied, lowering my head and following him into the mansion.

Enzo accompanied Atticus and me to the guestroom, then left to find his mother and call her for assistance.

His mansion was just as large and opulent. It was no wonder they had plenty of time to bully others; they didn't have to fret about their future.

"Hey!" I sat beside Atticus and held his hand as he continued to seek my touch.

"I'll fucking kill--," Atticus whispered with his eyes closed. I knew exactly who he was talking about.

His condition worsened when he overheard me complaining about Mr. Holt's demands and how he had struck me when I refused.

"I'll go see what's happening," I released my hand and hurried towards the exit to find Enzo and his mother. Eventually, I found them in the kitchen, where his mother was discussing none other than me with him.

"Isn't this the girl who takes away mates?" she grumbled, her tone sharp. I was extremely shocked by her open display of disgust towards me. It also made me wonder how many people were aware of my supposed relationship with Mr. Holt, a relationship that was entirely fabricated.

"Mom! That's not important right now. You have to help Atticus," Enzo replied, his voice almost rising as he spoke to his mother.

"I'll look after him, but she has to leave. I won't allow that filth to roam around my house," she hissed.

Wow! I never expected my mate's parents to hold such strong disdain for me.