The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King

Chapter 217: Chapter 217 Promise me you won’t let Sylvia use you against Aria

The drive back felt suffocating. Victor’s brow remained furrowed the entire way, a deep crease etched between his eyes that refused to smooth out no matter how hard he tried to relax.

He had reasons—plenty of them—to justify what he’d done. Sylvia hadn’t exactly spelled out her plans. He wasn’t technically an accomplice. He could claim ignorance if it came down to it.

But then he’d remember the look in Aria’s eyes when she’d left.

That raw, unguarded trust she’d placed in him. And his chest would tighten all over again, a suffocating pressure that made it hard to breathe.

Damn it.

He pulled into the estate just as twilight settled over Crescent Moon Pack territory. The mansion loomed ahead, its windows glowing warmly against the darkening sky—a picture of domestic tranquility that felt like a mockery right now.

Victor had barely stepped through the front door when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He glanced at the screen. Sylvia. Of course.

He raised a hand sharply, dismissing the butler and the hovering staff with a curt gesture.

They scattered immediately, well-trained enough not to question their Alpha when his expression looked like that.

Victor stood alone in the grand foyer, shadows pooling around him as he answered the call.

"Aria’s gone," he said flatly, his voice echoing off the marble floors. "She left the second she heard. Didn’t even pack a bag."

Sylvia’s laugh came through the speaker, light and pleased. "Perfect. Thank you, Victor. I knew I could count on you."

Victor’s jaw clenched. He said nothing.

There was a pause, and when Sylvia spoke again, her tone had shifted—smoother now, almost honeyed. "Actually, there’s one more small favor I need from you. It’s about V&A Group’s pharmaceutical launch. You’re overseeing it now, aren’t you? I just need you to make sure a few... adjustments are made to the final documentation before it goes live. Nothing major—"

"No." Victor’s voice was iron. "I agreed to help you once, Sylvia. That’s it. We’re done."

Silence.

Then Sylvia’s voice came back, colder now. Almost amused.

"Oh? Are we?" She let the question hang for a beat. "Tell me, Victor... where is Lucas right now?"

Victor froze. His entire body went rigid, the phone suddenly feeling like ice against his ear.