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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 101 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 101

Chapter 101

Camila’s POV Post

My face was still warm with embarrassment. I covered it briefly, then gathered my belongings and buried out of the apartment. There was no time to dwell on anything. Work was waiting, and judging by the pile f unfinished tasks on my desk, it was going to be another exhausting day.

The next few days passed in a blur of meetings, calls, and paperwork. By the time I finally cleared my schedule , I was more than ready to leave the office early. I had someone on my mind.

Professor Tessa Westbrook.

I hadn’t visited her since learning she was in the hospital. In truth, I had struggled to summon the courage. The woman had once invested so much in me, guiding me through my early years in research and treating me with a kindness I had never taken for granted. Yet I had walked away from that path without looking back.

When I reached her room at the hospital, I found it empty. The bed had been made, and her belongings were gone. Had she been transferred?

I approached the nurses‘ station and asked about her. “Excuse me, please. The patient who occupied that room–has she been discharged?”

The nurse glanced at the room number before smiling. “Professor Westbrook? Yes, she left a short while ago. You might still find her downstairs if you hurry.”

“Thank you.” I walked away, but my steps slowed. What would I even say to her? The last time we spoke about my future in research, I had told her I was considering leaving the field altogether. She had been deeply unhappy with my decision. She warned me that I might one day regret abandoning something I had worked so hard to build.

At the time, I had been determined to follow my own course. I had allowed other things–and someone who had no business deciding my future–to take precedence over everything she had taught me.

Now, standing outside her empty room, I wasn’t sure I could look her in the eye. Still, her discharge was good news. At least her health had improved enough for her to return home.

“Evelyn.”

The familiar voice behind me brought me to an abrupt halt.

I turned. Professor Tessa Westbrook stood a few steps away, dressed elegantly in white. She looked much better than I had expected, although the years seemed to have left their mark around her eyes.

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. “Professor Tessa…”

Her expression softened, but there was a trace of hurt beneath her smile. “Have you forgotten how to reach out to an old teacher? Not even a message to ask how I was doing?”

My throat tightened. “I wanted to. Many times. I just didn’t know how to face you.”

“Because you abandoned research?”

I shook my head quickly. “I didn’t abandon you, Professor.”

Her gaze lingered on my face. “You look thinner.”

“I’m fine. Honestly.” I studied her in return. “You look wonderful. I’m glad you’re recovering.”

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She gave a quiet laugh. “You haven’t lost your talent for flattery.”

Then she added, “I heard you came here earlier. Apparently, someone noticed a young woman standing outside my room for quite some time before leaving. I had a feeling it was you.“I lowered my eyes, unable to deny it. “Well, since you’ve finally allowed me to catch you, are you in a hurry? We have some catching up to do

My face brightened. “No, Professor. I have time.”

“Good. I came back to collect a few things I forgot when I was discharged. I wouldn’t want to leave the behind.”

A familiar voice interrupted us. “Evelyn!” Dr. Adrian Westbrook approached, looking pleasantly surprised to see me. “Well, this is unexpected. You’ve found my mother already?”

Professor Westbrook smiled at her son. “She was kind enough to come looking for me.”

Adrian shook his head with amusement. “And to think I almost convinced her there was no reason to return

for those forgotten items. She wouldn’t listen. Now I see why she was so determined.”

He turned to me. “You should have called. I could have told you she was being discharged. You might have

made this trip for nothing.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt your day,” I replied.

“Interrupt? You’re making it sound as though we’re strangers.”

He gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze. “Come on. Since we’re all together, let’s have dinner. I know somewhere nearby.”

Before I could protest, he was already leading us towards the exit.

At the restaurant, Adrian arranged for us to have a private room. Once we were seated, he excused himself. “I’ll take care of the order. I also need to step out for a few minutes. Don’t wait for me if the food arrives.”

He left us alone, closing the door behind him. Now I had Professor Westbrook all to myself. I stared down at my hands, struggling to meet Professor Tessa’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, Professor. I know I disappointed you. I made a reckless decision back then without thinking about the consequences.”

She reached across the table and covered my hand with hers.

“Evelyn, you weren’t the first young person to make a decision in the heat of the moment, and you certainly won’t be the last.” Her smile was warm. “I was stubborn at your age too. My parents opposed my decision to pursue research, but I refused to listen. I even rushed into marriage, only to find myself divorced not long afterwards, raising Adrian on my own.”

I looked up at her, surprised by the openness with which she spoke about her past. “Life doesn’t always unfold as we expect,” she continued. “And everyone has the right to make their own choices, even when those choices turn out differently from what others hoped for. Perhaps I was too eager to see you follow the path I believed was right for you. I should have given you room to decide.”

“Professor…”

“You’re exceptionally capable, Evelyn. Whether you return to research, build a business, or pursue something entirely different, I have no doubt you’ll find your footing. I want you to know that my support has never depended on your career choice.”

That was enough to undo me. I rose from my chair and went around the table, wrapping my arms around her.

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She held me just as tightly, gently patting my back.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I never wanted things to end between us like that.”

Then let’s not allow the past to keep us apart.”

For the first time since I saw her, I felt the distance between us disappear. When we eventually pulled apart, she studied me with a thoughtful expression. “Have you considered returning to research?”

I took a moment before answering. “I honestly haven’t made up my mind. But if there’s ever anything you need from me, Professor, you only have to ask.”

She nodded, accepting my answer without pressing further. “In that case, I have an invitation for your there’s an academic forum coming up in a few weeks. I’d love you to accompany me.”

My face lit up. “I’d be delighted!”

“Good. Then it’s settled.”

I moved my chair closer to hers, unable to hide my excitement. It felt wonderful to have her back in my life, and even better to know she hadn’t given up on me.

Dinner turned into a much longer affair than I had anticipated. Between Adrian’s jokes, Professor Tessa’s stories, and the sheer relief of our reconciliation, I lost track of how many drinks I had consumed.

By the time we left, I was in no condition to get home on my own.

Adrian took one look at me and shook his head, laughing as he helped me into the car.

“Camila, you really went all out tonight. You know you were drinking with my mother, right?”

I gave him a sleepy look. “Your mother was drinking too.”

“Exactly. And I haven’t seen her enjoy herself like that in a very long time.” His expression softened. “She’s been worried about you. When I showed her the research file you worked on recently, she recognized your work immediately. She actually cried. Seeing you two make up tonight meant a lot to her.”

I leaned back, the words sinking in. “She really isn’t angry with me anymore?”

“She never stopped caring about you.”

I lowered my head, fighting the emotion rising in my chest. The rest of the journey passed in a blur. By the time we reached my apartment building, my legs felt unreliable. Adrian kept an arm around me as we made our way to the elevator. “Which floor?” I muttered the number to him.