The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King

Chapter 70: Chapter 70 She knows everything

Aria’s POV

"He’s alive," Damian’s father said, his deep voice rumbling through the confined space. "And he is recovering."

"But?" I pressed, looking between them.

His mother reached over and took my hand. Her fingers were cool and steady, nothing like my own trembling ones.

"There’s no ’but.’ He truly only has minor injuries," she said quietly.

Somehow, her words made me feel even more frightened.

"How much longer?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"Ten minutes," the driver said from the front.

Ten minutes. I could survive ten minutes.

I stared out the window, watching the city blur past, and tried to prepare myself for what I was about to see.

But how could I prepare for this? How could I prepare to see Damian hurt, possibly—

No. I wouldn’t think about that.

He was going to be fine. He had to be fine.

Because the alternative was unthinkable.

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Damian’s POV

The fluorescent lights of the hospital room were too bright, making my head pound with a dull, persistent ache.

The silver blade had done more damage than I’d initially thought.

When I’d woken up, the doctors told me I’d been unconscious for three hours. But I’d need to stay in the hospital for at least a week for observation and monitoring.

Three days had already passed, and the enforced stillness was driving me insane.And the entire time, I’d been fighting the urge to call Aria.

But I didn’t want her to know about this. Didn’t want her to see me like this—weak, injured, barely able to sit up without feeling dizzy.

She was human. Fragile. And I was supposed to be the Alpha King, strong enough to protect her from everything, including the knowledge that I could be hurt.

So I’d told Rick not to mention anything to her. Told him to keep it quiet, to handle things until I was back on my feet.

I reached for the phone now. Maybe I could call her. Tell her I’d been busy with Pack business. That my phone had broken and—

The door opened, and my mother swept in, my father right behind her.

"You’re awake." Mom’s face lit up as she rushed to my bedside. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." I set the phone down. "Still weak, but the doctors say I should be able to leave tomorrow."

"That’s wonderful news." She took my hand, squeezing gently. "We were so worried, darling."

"I know. I’m sorry." I meant it. Being the Alpha King meant my parents worried every time I left the house. "It won’t happen again."

"It better not," Dad said gruffly. "You’re too important to the Pack to be reckless."

I started to respond, but Mom cut me off. "Speaking of important things—have you contacted Aria yet?"

My hand moved automatically toward the phone. "No. I don’t want her to worry."

"I suggest you should call her." Mom’s voice was gentle, but there was something underneath it that made my instincts prickle.

I looked between them, suspicion rising. "Is there something you’re not telling me?"

"No, nothing." Dad said quickly. Too quickly.

"We have a meeting we need to get to," Dad interrupted, already moving toward the door.

I stared at him, incredulous. "A meeting? Right now?"

But they were already leaving, Mom throwing one last glance over her shoulder before disappearing into the hallway.

What the hell?

Something was wrong. They were acting strange, avoiding my questions. The feeling of unease grew stronger with each passing second.

I grabbed my phone and immediately called Rick. He answered on the first ring.

"Alpha?"

"Get to my room. Now."

"Actually, I’m on my way up—"

"Now, Rick."

Something in my voice must have convinced him because he said, "Yes, Alpha," and hung up.

Less than two minutes later, he appeared in my doorway. He looked uncomfortable, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"What did you do?" I demanded.

"Nothing, Alpha. Everything’s fine—"

"Rick." I let my Alpha tone seep into my voice, watching him stiffen. "Tell me what happened."

His resistance crumbled immediately. "She knows."

My blood ran cold. "What?"

"Aria knows. About the attack. About your injuries."

"I specifically told you not to tell her." My voice came out as a low growl, my wolf surging to the surface. "I gave you a direct order—"

"She called me!" Rick said quickly.

"She was worried because you hadn’t contacted her. I tried to cover, I really did, but she—she has a way of getting information. She kept asking questions, and I—"

"You folded like a cheap suit." I could barely contain my fury.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done? She’s human, Rick. She doesn’t have a wolf to sense that I’m okay. She’s probably been terrified—"

"She’s almost here," Rick said, and there was something almost gentle in his voice now. "Your parents went to pick her up from the airport. She should be arriving any minute."

The words hit me like a physical blow.

She’d come. Aria had dropped everything and flown across the country because she thought I was hurt. Because she was worried about me.

My wolf howled inside me, triumphant and desperate all at once.

"She’s here? Now?"

"Your parents are bringing her up right now," Rick confirmed. "She should be—"