The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King

Chapter 254: Chapter 254 Clara wasn’t the person who saved me

AM. My phone buzzed with Sophie’s frantic call.

Twenty minutes later, she burst through the emergency room doors, her face pale with panic.

I was sitting slumped outside the examination room, pressing gauze against my arm where they’d just finished stitching me up.

My head throbbed where they’d closed the gash on my scalp—eight stitches, mild concussion, they said. Everything hurt. Bruises covered every inch of my body, and my leg—fuck, my leg had a hairline fracture.

The wolf in me wanted to heal it all immediately, let my Alpha blood knit bone and flesh back together. But I couldn’t.

"Ethan!" Sophie dropped to her knees beside me, eyes wide with horror. "Oh my god, what happened? Who did this to you?"

I’d just gotten the painkiller injection, my fingers still pressing the cotton ball against the needle mark.

Two hours ago, not long after Aria left the bar, a group of men stormed into my private room.

It happened fast. They kicked out the security guards, locked the door from inside, and went absolutely feral. Smashing bottles. Swinging fists. Pure chaos.

The bar staff couldn’t break down the door. Someone called the cops. By the time they arrived, the attackers had vanished like smoke.

The police and bar management brought us here. Took our statements.

Based on our descriptions, the cops said it was probably a local debt collection crew—mobile, masked, nearly impossible to track even with security footage.

They filed a report, gave us some reassuring bullshit, and left.

I looked up at Sophie and for a second, everything blurred.

Years ago, back in college, I’d gotten into a similar mess. A friend’s stupid fight at a party landed me in the ER.

Aria had come running. Still in her pajamas, coat thrown over them, hair messy from sleep.

"Ethan, seriously? Can’t you guys handle things without fighting? Let me see where you’re hurt!"

Her voice echoed in my head, her image flickering before my eyes like a ghost. Then it focused, and I saw Sophie’s worried face instead, kneeling where Aria once had.

Sophie looked terrified.

My buddies started filing out of the examination rooms, complaining about their rotten luck while asking if I was okay.

I tried to stand but my leg screamed in protest. Took me three attempts to get upright.