The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 You’re really good at this

Damian’s POV

I watched her hang up the phone, her hand trembling slightly as she set it down.

My wolf was still restless from the conversation—hearing that old woman’s voice, hearing Ethan’s pathetic attempt to control her.

It took everything in me not to rip the phone from her hand and tell them exactly where they could shove their family bullshit.

But this was her fight. Her moment to draw the line.

And she’d done it perfectly.

"You okay?" I asked, sliding my hand up her spine.

She turned to face me, and I saw something shift in her expression—relief, maybe. Or freedom.

"I’m better than okay," she whispered.

I cupped her face, brushing my thumb across her cheek. The skin there was soft, warm. "Good. You know my shoulder is always there for you."

"I know."

Then she leaned in and kissed me.

It started soft,but the moment she touched me, something in my chest cracked open.

I kissed her hard, claiming her mouth like I’d been starving for it. She melted into me instantly, her fingers curling into my shirt.

I wanted to devour her. Reward her. Show her exactly how much I appreciated seeing her walk away from those bastards who’d never deserved her in the first place.

So I did.

I took my time with her—slow, deliberate, making sure every touch left her shaking. I wanted her to feel cherished. Worshipped. I wanted her to forget every single moment she’d wasted on Ethan Holt.

By the time we finished, she was flushed and breathless, her eyes soft and hazy in that way that made my chest tighten.

"Go clean up," I said, brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead. "I’ll handle breakfast."

She blinked at me, clearly not expecting that. "You don’t have to—"

"I want to."

She hesitated, then smiled—small, genuine, the kind of smile that made my wolf settle contentedly in my chest.

"Okay."

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I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and headed to the kitchen.

I liked her apartment. It smelled like her—clean, subtle, with that hint of vanilla she always wore. Everything was organized, efficient. No clutter. No wasted space.

Very her.

I opened the fridge, scanning the contents. Eggs, bacon, some greens, bread. Good enough.

I got to work.

The sizzle of bacon hitting the pan filled the quiet kitchen.

I cracked eggs into a bowl, whisked them with a splash of milk, added a pinch of salt and pepper. Butter melted in another pan, golden and smooth.

Cooking wasn’t something I did often. I had omegas for that back at my palace. But I knew how. And right now, I wanted to do this for her.

I plated the bacon, poured the eggs into the pan, watching them fluff up as I folded them gently. Toast popped. I buttered it, arranged everything neatly, added a handful of greens on the side.

Simple. Clean. Done.

I heard the bathroom door open just as I set the plates on the small dining table.

"Damian?"

I turned.

Aria stood in the doorway, freshly showered, her damp hair falling loose around her shoulders.

She wore an oversized sweater and leggings, her face bare, those green eyes wide with surprise.

"Morning," I said, gesturing to the table. "I was about to come get you. Breakfast is ready."

She blinked at me, then at the table, then back at me."It smelled good."

"Good." I let my gaze travel over her slowly—from her still-damp hair down to her bare legs. "You smell even better."

Her cheeks flushed pink, and she ducked her head slightly, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt. "What did you make?"

"Eggs, bacon, toast, salad." I took a step closer, close enough that my scent would wrap around her. "Nothing complicated."

"Sounds perfect."

I reached out, my knuckles brushing lightly against her cheek where a tiny smudge of steam from the shower had left her skin flushed.

"You had a little..." I murmured, even though there was nothing there. I just wanted an excuse to touch her.

Her breath hitched. "Oh—"

Before she could lift her hand, I caught her wrist gently, my thumb pressing against the inside where her pulse fluttered wildly.

"Already gone," I said, my voice dropping lower.

But I didn’t let go.

Instead, I ran my thumb slowly over the delicate skin of her inner wrist, feeling her heartbeat spike under my touch.

"Damian..." Her voice came out breathy, uncertain.

I finally released her wrist, only to lace my fingers through hers instead, holding her hand firmly.

"Come on," I said, tugging her toward the table. "I’m starving. "

She laughed—a soft, flustered sound—and let me lead her.

We sat down together, and I watched her take her first bite.

"Well?" I asked.

"It’s really good," she said, looking genuinely surprised. "I’m amazed every time I eat your cooking."

"High praise coming from you. I don’t cook often, usually. But for you?" I shrugged. "I’ll make an exception."

She smiled at that, her eyes softening in a way that made my chest warm.

We ate in comfortable silence for a while, but my phone kept buzzing on the counter—calls, messages, urgent notifications piling up.

I ignored all of it.

Aria noticed, of course. "You should answer that. It might be important."

"It can wait."

"Damian—"

"They’ll survive without me for another hour." I met her gaze, serious now. "You’re more important."

She bit her lip, clearly torn between arguing and letting it go.

Finally, she sighed. "Alright. But I don’t want you getting in trouble because of me."

"I won’t."

After breakfast, I glanced at the clock. Later than I’d normally leave, but I didn’t care.

"Let me drive you to work," I said.

She hesitated. "It’s out of your way. And you’ve already got a million missed calls—"

"I don’t care." I stepped closer, tipping her chin up so she had to look at me. "I’m not going to see you all day. Let me have a few more minutes."

Her cheeks flushed again, and she let out a soft, flustered laugh. "You’re really good at this, you know."

"Good at what?"

"Saying things that make it impossible to say no."

I smirked. "Then stop trying."

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face was unmistakable. "Fine. You win. Drive me to work."

"Good girl."