He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother

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Chapter 100

Camila’s POV Post

Seeing Alpha Roman Blackwell in an apron was an unexpected pleasure. I was so accustomed to his impeccably tailored suits, expensive watches, and commanding Alpha presence that this domestic version of him felt almost unreal. And strangely, I liked it.

It reminded me of how different things could have been with the right man.

During all the years Julian and I were together, he had never once offered to cook for me. He always praised my cooking, insisting I was better at it and should handle the kitchen. Even when I was exhausted, henever thought to take over. A quick, distracted “Thanks for the love.” was usually all I got, his attention already buried in his phone.

Looking back, I wondered how many of those moments had involved Vivienne. What a fool I’d been, pouring so much into a man who couldn’t even be bothered to make me a simple appreciation.

Yet here was Roman. We hadn’t even known each other this way for long, and he had already taken the trouble to prepare breakfast. The irony wasn’t lost on me. I’d once invited him to dinner, only for him to insist on ordering the food. I shook off the memory and took my seat.

The seafood porridge smelled wonderful. Roman had also prepared two cold side dishes, although their

appearance

wasn’t about to challenge any professional chefs. I tasted the porridge first.

Rich, savoury, and properly seasoned.

or the side dishes. I chewed thoughtfully. Not bad, but it needed something. “Give me that,” I ing for the plate.

oman looked up. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing terrible. It just needs a little help.”

I carried it into the kitchen, flip it in a pan, added a few seasonings, and mixed everything together. A quick

taste confirmed the improvement.

ere. Much better.”

watched me return the dish to the table, amusement playing around his mouth. “Apparently, I have a

en critic.”

Consider yourself lucky. I could have been much harsher.”

We finished breakfast without further argument, and I was almost tempted to compliment his cooking again. Then I remembered why I’d been so keen to spend time with him in the first place. The contract.

put down my spoon and looked across the table. “So, when are we signing the agreement?”

Roman raised his eyes from his bowl. “That’s an interesting question, considering we were supposed to settle that last night.”

I frowned. “And?”

“And someone cancelled our dinner.”

“I didn’t cancel it for fun!” I protested. “Anabela needed my help. You saw what happened at the fashion show.”

“I remember.”

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“Then you understand why I had to go.” He leaned back slightly, looking far too pleased with himself. I sighed. “Besides, I think I made up for it.”

eyebrow lifted. “Did you?”

I gave him a pointed look. “Roman, after everything that happened between us last night, surely you can’t pretend we didn’t make considerable progress.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “Are you suggesting we had sex for a business agreement?”

My mouth fell open. “That’s not what I said!”

“Because it sounds suspiciously like you’re trying to secure a contract by sleeping with the Alpha.

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

He picked up his spoon again, seemingly satisfied with the chaos he’d caused. “Then let’s keep business and pleasure separate. We can discuss the contract another time. For now, enjoy your breakfast.”

I stared at him. Unbelievable. Technically, I had been the one to miss our scheduled dinner. But Roman had certainly enjoyed himself last night, and somehow, despite all that had happened, the contract remained unsigned.

I narrowed my eyes on him. Was he deliberately postponing the agreement?

Once breakfast was over, I excused myself and returned to my apartment. I picked up my phone and found several messages from Anabela waiting for me.

Camila, are you okay? Did Alpha Blackwell give you any trouble?

And why have both of you disappeared? I’ve been trying to reach you since last night!

I laughed under my breath. Bella had clearly been busy imagining all sorts of things. I quickly typed back. I’m fine. But I have a confession. The blue dress I wore yesterday was damaged. I’m sorry, Bella. I’ll cover the cost.

My phone began ringing before I could put it down. “Hold on! Which dress did you damage?” Anabela asked without even saying hello.

“The short blue one with the flowing ribbons.” A delighted squeal came through the phone. “Camila! Don’t tell. me Alpha Blackwell was responsible for that!”

I pressed my lips together. “Bella, I’m serious. I feel terrible about it.”

“Why? That dress has already done its job. Besides, we have spare pieces from the collection, and the pattern is safely stored. I can produce another whenever I want. You don’t owe me a penny.”

I breathed out in relief. At least she wasn’t going to make a fuss about it. But my relief was short–lived.

“Now, let’s discuss something more interesting,” she announced. “How was your night with our mysterious Alpha?”

I groaned. “Can we not?”

“Absolutely not. I want details. Was he as impressive in bed as he looked on that runway?”

“Anabela!”

“What? I’m asking a perfectly reasonable question.”

“It’s too private.”

She laughed. “We’re friends, Camila. You can’t expect me to ignore an opportunity like this.”

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1 shook my head, feeling heat creep up my cheeks. “He was fine.”

“Fine? You disappeared with Alpha Roman Blackwell for an entire night, and all you have to say is fine?” Thesitated, then gave in to a small smile. “Let’s just say I might have underestimated him.”

“Ah! I knew there was more to that man than expensive suits and an intimidating Alpha stare. Look at you! You’ve been keeping secrets.”

“Bella, you’re impossible.”

“And you’re blushing. I can practically hear it through the phone!”

I laughed, trying to change the subject.

“I really have to get ready for work.”

“Already? I thought you’d need a few days to recover.”

“Recover from what?”

“Don’t play innocent. I assumed you’d be too exhausted to leave his bedroom today.”

I covered my face with one hand.

“Honestly, you read far too many werewolf romances. Not every Alpha is going to lock a woman away in his bedroom for three days.”

“Maybe not every Alpha, but some definitely would!”

“I’m ending this conversation before you get any worse.”

Anabela was still laughing when I disconnected.

I dropped the phone onto the couch and headed for my bedroom.

The morning had been eventful enough. I had no intention of letting Bella’s imagination distract me from the responsibilities waiting at the office. Besides, I still had a contract to get signed. And I wasn’t going to let Roman Blackwell charm his way out of that one.