The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King

Chapter 244: Chapter 244 If it meant getting Aria back, I’d endure anything

I’d tried calling Clara seventeen times in the past three days.

Every call went straight to voicemail.

She’d left. Taken Marcus and disappeared without a trace—probably to her parents’ place, though they sure as hell weren’t answering my calls either.

Part of me knew I deserved it. Knew that proposing a divorce had hurt her, betrayed whatever fragile trust still existed between us.

But I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.

Not when getting rid of Clara was the only way to get Aria back.

The foundation trustees’ meeting was in two days. If I could secure that funding, prove to Aria that I was serious about building something new—something better than what Silver Creek Pack had become—

Maybe she’d give me another chance.

Maybe she’d see that I’d chosen her.

Finally.

I’d spent the entire day tracking down mutual friends from college, anyone who might still have Aria’s contact information.

Came up empty every single time.

She’d cut me out completely. Changed her number, blocked me on every platform, made it impossible to reach her.

Smart.

Frustrating as hell, but smart.

When the call from my old roommate came through—an invitation to his wedding celebration—I’d almost declined immediately.

Then he mentioned his wife.

Aria’s former classmate. Someone who might actually be able to reach her.

It was a long shot. Probably wouldn’t work.

But I was desperate enough to try.

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Amber&Oak was exactly the kind of place I’d expected—upscale, dimly lit, jazz music playing softly in the background.

I stood outside smoking a cigarette, trying to calm my nerves before heading inside.

This whole plan hinged on convincing my friend’s wife to help me. To reach out to Aria on my behalf, to maybe agree to mediate between us.

It was pathetic. I knew it was pathetic.

But I was out of options.

"Ethan!"

I turned to see my old roommate approaching, a wide smile on his face.

I crushed the cigarette under my heel and returned his greeting, following him toward the entrance.

"Everyone’s already inside," he said. "We just finished dinner—this is the after-party. More casual, you know?"