The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King

Chapter 209: Chapter 209 Chasing his rejected Mate

By midday, the Silver Creek pack house was wrapped in an oppressive quiet.

Clara pulled into the circular driveway with Marcus buckled in the backseat, her face drawn with exhaustion. They’d just returned from the hospital, where Gerald Holt remained in critical condition.

"Mommy, is Daddy still sleeping?" Marcus asked, craning his neck to look up at the second-floor windows as they walked toward the entrance. "He’s been asleep for two whole days!"

Clara’s hand tightened on his small shoulder. For a moment, she didn’t know how to answer him.

Finally, she knelt down and smoothed his hair back.

"Daddy’s just very tired, sweetheart. He needs to rest. Our family has been going through a lot lately, so you need to be extra good right now, okay?"

Marcus nodded solemnly, though confusion flickered in his pale blue eyes.

He knew something was wrong. Everyone in the house had been upset for days. And he was absolutely certain it was all that horrible woman Aria’s fault.

When he grew up, he would help Mommy and Daddy. He would make sure Aria paid for everything she’d done to their family.

Clara handed Marcus off to one of the housekeepers before heading upstairs to check on Ethan.

The past two days had been hell.

Gerald’s condition had left him with severe complications.

He’d regained consciousness, but the damage was extensive—his speech was slurred, his left side partially paralyzed, and his wolf may be permanently dormant.

Margaret had spent two days sobbing at his bedside, her expensive makeup smeared, her silk blouses wrinkled beyond recognition.

The imperious Luna who once commanded every room she entered had been reduced to a hollow-eyed, trembling wreck.

Sophie had finally emerged from her postpartum seclusion to relieve her mother at the hospital, which meant Clara could return home to manage Marcus and check on Ethan.

Especially Ethan.

Ethan had taken the news hard. After visiting his father in the ICU, he’d come home and collapsed with a fever that wouldn’t break. He’d been unconscious for two full days.

And meanwhile, Aria had struck again.

While Gerald lay incapacitated, she’d somehow secured a massive influx of capital—investors Clara didn’t even recognize—and diluted the Holt family’s stake in Holt Enterprises down to less than ten percent.

Even if they liquidated every asset the family owned, they wouldn’t have enough to buy back controlling interest.

Holt Enterprises was no longer theirs. It belonged to Aria now.

The woman was ruthless. Absolutely ruthless. She didn’t care who she destroyed as long as she got what she wanted.