The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King

Chapter 234: Chapter 234 The Alpha King’s Claim

Instead of answering, Damian reached for my hand—the one wearing the ring.

The massive diamond caught the light, throwing rainbow fractals across the ceiling, and the matching platinum band sat heavy and perfect on his finger.

"What are you doing?" I asked, but he was already positioning our hands together, fingers interlaced, rings prominently displayed.

The camera shutter clicked.

Once. Twice. Three times.

"Damian—"

"Trust me," he said quietly, and something in his voice made me go still.

I watched as he examined the photos critically, selected the best one, and then—to my complete shock—opened his own phone and began typing rapidly.

"Wait," I said, my brain finally catching up. "Is that your verified account? The official Alpha King account?"

He didn’t answer, just kept typing with single-minded focus.

Within seconds, he’d uploaded our photo—our hands, our rings, unmistakably together—with a caption that made my heart stop.

Mated. Anyone who suggests otherwise will answer to me personally.

He tagged several of the gossip accounts that had been spreading the photos. Then, for good measure, he tagged the original article.

"Oh my God," I breathed. "Damian, that’s—that account has the blue check. Millions of followers. Every pack on the planet follows it. Everyone’s going to see this."

"That’s the point." He looked at me, expression fierce and utterly unrepentant. "I want everyone to see it. I want there to be absolutely no question about who you are to me."

My face was burning hot, a mix of embarrassment and something that felt suspiciously like joy flooding my system.

"This is insane. The King’s verified Instagram, Damian. Your press office is going to have a heart attack."

"Probably." He turned his attention to my phone, still logged into my Instagram. "Now it’s your turn."

"My turn to what?"

"To post." He was already uploading the same photo to my account, his fingers moving with practiced ease across the screen. "What should we say?"

I stared at him, then at the phone, then back at him. "I—what?"

"The caption," he clarified patiently. "What do you want it to say?"

My mind was completely blank. What did you say when publicly claiming the Alpha King as your mate?

When announcing to the entire supernatural world that you—a human, an outsider—belonged to the most powerful wolf alive?

"I don’t know," I admitted, my voice coming out smaller than I’d intended. "This is all happening so fast."