Fake Mating To My Ex's Powerful Enemy

Chapter 210: Chapter 210 Married

Hudson’s POV

The SUV raced past the Highrise City limits sign.

The back tires spun up dust as we swerved onto the gravel shoulder, then straightened out back into the lane.

I hadn’t looked back after the cops showed up at The Corner Table. One phone call was all it took to get that photographer tossed in the back of a patrol car.

At first, I figured Christina’s phone had just died.

Then every call went straight to voicemail.

By the fifth try, I’d told Gino to head straight for Sunset City—no flights this late, and I didn’t want to wait.

Dominic had told me the event organizers weren’t answering, probably all asleep by now. Their PR line sent everything to voicemail.

I tried the hotel next. Turned out LGH owned the place, and Dominic managed to get the manager’s number.

I was reaching for the hotel phone when mine lit up.

Ysolde’s name on the screen. freewёbnoνel.com

"Christina said her phone got stolen. She’ll text when she can. Don’t freak out."

I texted back: "Got it, thanks."

I sank back into the leather seat and let my head hit the headrest. The tension in my temples started to fade. My shoulders loosened. My breathing slowed, though not completely.

"She’s safe," Lycaon murmured in my mind. "That’s all that matters."

The scenery outside had shifted. High-rises gave way to smaller buildings and closed storefronts.

Now that I knew she was okay, I let myself relax—but just a little.

I could’ve asked Ysolde for Christina’s hotel room number and called the room phone. But it was late. And some things were better said face to face.

So I didn’t tell Gino to turn around.

I opened the social media app, freshly downloaded. Every scroll brought more posts, more comments. My name kept showing up next to Rowan Hale’s.

I gripped the phone tighter and made a new account under my real name: Hudson_Laurent

Within five minutes, someone messaged: "Is this really you? When’s the wedding with Rowan?"

I almost chucked the phone out the window.

My finger hovered over the post box.

I typed: "I’m married to @CVanceJewels"—then deleted it.

I stared at the screen. More notifications. More tags. The same two photos with Rowan, shared over and over by different accounts.

Her statement hadn’t killed the rumors. It had just stirred them up again.

I closed the app. Reopened it five seconds later. Typed the message again. Deleted it again.

My finger stopped over the keyboard. I wanted to set the record straight. Wanted to slam the door shut and leave no room for questions. freeweɓnovel.cøm

But doubts flooded my mind. When I’d talked Christina into marrying me, it was supposed to be a contract. Her wolf hadn’t recognized me as her second chance mate, and I wasn’t sure how she really felt about me. Would going public now make her feel trapped? Like I was tying her to me forever?

If I made this announcement, our marriage would be thrown into the spotlight. The pack elders would demand Christina move into the pack house to handle her Luna duties. She’d have to live with my father, my manipulative stepmother, and my sick grandfather. I could protect her, sure, but would she hate the sudden change?

The competing thoughts turned my usually sharp mind into a mess.

Lycaon sensed my turmoil and stepped in. "Take a breath. Stay calm. Go slow. Let’s not rush this. We can go public after we talk to Christina first."

I nodded, pulling myself together.

"You know," Lycaon continued, "you could just tell her about the fated mate bond. What if she never figures it out herself?"

I shook my head. "Even if she never realizes we’re fated mates, I’ll make her fall in love with me anyway. Didn’t I fall for her long before that bond kicked in?"

Lycaon went quiet. I knew he agreed.

Instead of the announcement I’d been wrestling with, I took a picture of my left hand, wedding ring front and center.

I uploaded it with one word: "Married."

Then I hit post.

Notifications flooded in immediately. New comments, messages, tags.

I was about to check them when Dominic’s name flashed on screen.

"Alpha Hudson," Dominic said. His voice was strained. "The post with the wedding ring. That was... you?"

"Yes," I said.

Silence.

I leaned back again. The AC hummed quietly. My phone kept buzzing—group chats, alerts, PR panics.

I ignored all of it.

I already knew what Dominic was thinking. The Rowan Hale rumors had just started dying down. Now I’d thrown gasoline on whatever was left.

Dominic let out a slow breath.

"Alpha Hudson," he said carefully, "was that post... impulsive, or planned?"

Translation: could we still take it back?

"Planned," I said firmly.

"Understood," Dominic replied. "I’ll handle the communications team."

The call ended.

Ten minutes later, LGH ’s official account shared my photo.

Then came the statement. Confirming the post was real. Stating that Hudson Laurent was married. Denying the rumors about Rowan Hale. Warning that legal action would follow for anyone spreading lies.

I watched it all play out on screen. Mentions and messages kept climbing. Pop-ups covered the display.

One blue icon caught my eye—Venmo.

I figured it was spam and swiped it away without reading.

"Alpha Hudson, we’re almost there," Gino called from the front.

I nodded and closed my eyes.

Then my phone buzzed again.

I unlocked it to close the app, but stopped when I saw the name at the top of my messages.

Christina.

I straightened up, my wolf instantly alert. Lycaon pushed forward, hungry for any word from our mate.

I opened the thread and scrolled to the beginning.

"Can you see this? It’s Christina."

"I lost my phone. Got a new one but can’t log into anything. Venmo’s the only app that worked."

"You’re probably not even checking this."

"Whatever. I messaged Ysolde, she should’ve told you."

"Nothing major. Just didn’t want you to worry..."

"You probably didn’t see any of this. Do you have notifications off?"

"Forget it. I’ll call you tomorrow once I get a new SIM."

There were more. Short bursts, messy punctuation, no real flow.

She never texted like this. It read like she’d been typing in a panic.

I scrolled slowly. A smile tugged at my lips. I could picture her in bed, on her side, thumbs flying over the screen. Probably scowling at it.

"She’s safe," Lycaon said, relief flooding his voice. "Our Luna is okay."

Then another message popped up:

"You probably didn’t see any of this. I’m going to sleep. Night."

A cartoon wolf snored in a speech bubble.

I typed back fast: "I saw it."

Christina replied instantly:

"!!! You actually did???"

"Yes."

"Good. Did Ysolde tell you I lost my phone?"

"She did."

"You wouldn’t believe what a disaster this event was. Phone disappeared right under security. Had to buy my own replacement, and without a SIM I couldn’t log into anything. You tried calling, didn’t you?"

"I did. I was worried." My fingers paused. Lycaon wanted me to say more, to tell her how crazy I’d been going.

"Sorry about that. I’m fine though. Were you at that dinner with Rowan Hale tonight?"

She’d seen the photos. My jaw clenched.

"Cassian set it up. I didn’t know she’d be there. When those pictures were taken, Cassian was right next to me. It wasn’t some private dinner."

"I know. I didn’t believe what they were saying. But there’s something weird about Rowan Hale. Every time she’s around you, someone’s taking pictures. The headlines always make it sound like something it’s not."