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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 11 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 11

Chapter 11

Roman’s POV Post

I was beginning to regret attending Luna Catherine’s birthday dinner.

The ballroom was packed with wealthy Alphas, influential families, and people who smiled at one another while calculating how much they could gain from the next handshake. I had spent enough years in their world to recognize the performance.

I was about to return to my private lounge upstairs when a woman’s raised voice caught my attention. I stopped at the balcony railing and looked down. Then I saw her. Camila. She looked like she had just stepped off the cover of a women’s magazine-effortless, elegant and impossible to ignore. The corner of my mouth lifted.

Well, well. The woman who had occupied my bed and my thoughts for days was standing in the middle of a ballroom, surrounded by people who had no idea what kind of trouble they were about to witness.

And opposite her stood my favorite headache. Julian Blackwell.

His wife, Vivienne, was beside him, her face twisted with the kind of indignation usually reserved for people who had just discovered the world didn’t revolve around them.

Another one? I leaned against the railing, watching the public showdown unfold below. This was getting more interesting. And, I had to admit, quite entertaining.

I had no particular affection for Julian. The man had spent years measuring himself against me, resenting the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he remained a shadow beside his

half-brother.

And now he had managed to make himself look even smaller.

He had betrayed his mate, marked another woman, and still couldn’t leave the woman who rejected him alone. Pathetic.

“Didn’t our last encounter teach you anything? Or have you forgotten what happened when you tried to put your hands on me?” Then Camila spoke. Vivienne’s expression tightened. Camila tilted her head. “Perhaps you need another reminder.”

I laughed under my breath. God, she had a mouth on her.

I remembered that mouth from our night together. I remembered the way she’d looked at me, the way she’d challenged me without the slightest fear of who I was.

I had met women who trembled at the sound of my name. Women who threw themselves at me because of my money, my power, or the title attached to my family, Camila was different. She had looked me in the eye and treated me like a man, not a walking fortune. And that made her dangerous in ways she probably didn’t understand.

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Below, Vivienne’s face turned crimson. “What gives you the right to act so important?” she shouted. “Security! Throw her out!”

traightened and began to walk downstairs. There it was. The perfect excuse. I could have walked away. It wasn’t my fight, and Camila looked perfectly capable of tearing Vivienne apart without my help. But Julian was standing there, watching the woman he had betrayed being publicly insulted. And I suddenly found myself in the mood to ruin his evening

Perhaps I wanted to see the expression on his face when he realized that the woman he had treated like she was beneath him could command the attention of an Alpha he couldn’t compete with.

Perhaps I simply wanted to remind him that whatever he thought he possessed, I could take it apart without breaking a sweat.

Or perhaps I wanted an excuse to stand beside Camila again.

I wasn’t particularly interested in examining that last thought.

I descended the stairs.

The conversations around me gradually died as people recognized me. Heads turned. Backs straightened. Several Alphas who had been laughing moments earlier suddenly found something fascinating about their champagne glasses. I was accustomed to the

reaction.

I was Roman Blackwell, Alpha of Ravencrest. My pack’s territory, wealth, and influence stretched far beyond what most people in that room could imagine. My business empire extended across borders, and my signature alone could make or destroy companies that had taken generations to build. I didn’t need to announce myself. The room always knew when I had arrived.

By the time I reached the crowd, a security guard was standing in front of Camila. “Ma’am, this is a private event. May I see your invitation?”

Camila reached for her clutch. I stepped forward before she could open it. “She’s with me.” My voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.

The guard immediately stepped aside. The crowd parted as I moved toward Camila. I placed one hand lightly on her shoulder, feeling her still for the briefest moment beneath my touch. She turned her head.

Our eyes met. For one strange second, the noise around us seemed to fade. I caught the faint scent of her perfume, familiar beneath the ballroom’s mixture of champagne and expensive fragrances,

My fingers rested against her shoulder a moment longer than necessary. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she suspected I was enjoying myself. She wasn’t wrong. I gave her the faintest smile before turning toward Julian.

His expression had changed the instant he saw my hand on her.

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There it was. That ugly flash of jealousy again. I nearly laughed. So Julian could betray Camila, marry Vivienne, and parade his new wife around Silverhaven, but the thought of another man touching the woman he had discarded was enough to make his blood boil

What a beautiful little contradiction.

“Roman,” he said stiffly.

I looked him over. “Julian.”

His gaze dropped to my hand on Camila’s shoulder. I deliberately left it there. “What are you doing?” he demanded.

I raised an eyebrow. “Standing beside my companion. Do you need me to explain that too?”

A few people nearby lowered their heads, hiding their reactions.

Julian’s jaw tightened. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Really?” I glanced at Vivienne, who was now staring at me as though my presence had personally insulted her. “Your wife is trying to have a woman thrown out of a birthday dinner because she doesn’t like her. You were standing here watching it happen. And somehow, I’m the one interfering?”

I shook my head. “Your judgment has always been questionable, brother, but I didn’t realize it had deteriorated this badly.”