The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King

Chapter 235: Chapter 235 There’s someone I need to meet with

Around midnight, Vanessa was jolted awake by her phone vibrating incessantly against her nightstand.

Her account had exploded. Thousands of people were tagging her, demanding a response. Her comment section was absolute chaos.

Her fans had spent days shipping her with the mysterious Alpha King figure from the photos.

If the rumors were completely baseless, why would Damian Blackwood himself step in to refute them? And why would he post such a declarative, possessive announcement?

Vanessa’s dedicated fanbase was furious.

They were convinced this was a deliberate attack on their idol. Perhaps Damian had led Vanessa on, broken her heart, and that’s what had driven her to her recent... instability.

Since the Alpha King had responded publicly, Vanessa’s fans wanted her to do the same. They wanted her to expose everything about their past relationship. To demand justice.

Vanessa stared at the trending topics and spiraling discourse, and something sharp and painful lodged itself deep in her chest.

She hadn’t been able to sleep properly since returning Riverside Pack territory.

Tonight had been the first time in days she’d managed a few hours of rest. Now, any hope of sleep was completely gone.

Her phone continued to light up with messages and missed calls from concerned friends. They knew. Not the general public, but everyone in Vanessa’s inner circle knew what had happened—how she’d nearly ended her life over Damian Blackwood.

Now that he’d made such a public, devastating statement, everyone was terrified she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

But Vanessa had no desire to respond to anyone. Her screen remained frozen on the photo Damian had posted—two hands intertwined, matching rings glinting in the light.

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

Those words felt like a slap across the face. Public humiliation of the worst kind.

Vanessa’s eyes burned, but no tears came. She’d cried herself dry days ago.

So this was what it felt like to completely lose someone. To be erased from their life as if you’d never mattered at all.

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Meanwhile, across the city, Sylvia Smith was receiving some news.

She’d just been informed that Damian had been found alive and returned safely to Blackwood territory.

She couldn’t comprehend it. The people she’d hired were supposed to be professionals. They didn’t leave loose ends. How could they have possibly allowed the Alpha King to survive the ocean?

Sylvia immediately dialed an encrypted number, her fingers trembling slightly with barely-contained rage.

"What the hell happened?" she hissed the moment the line connected. "I thought your people were supposed to be competent. I paid for a permanent solution, and you promised me it would be handled."