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

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Chapter 120

Camila’s POV Post

I escaped to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. Goddess!

I stood there for a moment, pressing a hand against my chest. My heart was still beating faster than should, and I could feel the warmth lingering on my cheeks. Roman Blackwell was impossible.

I went into the bathroom, splashed some cool water over my face and took a few minutes to compose myself. I wasn’t about to let him know how much that little encounter had unsettled me.

When I finally returned to the living room, he was still there, looking perfectly comfortable. The takeaway

containers had been opened, and he was arranging the food on plates he’d taken from my kitchen. He seemed completely at ease, as though he hadn’t just turned my evening upside down.

“Come and eat,” he called, without even looking up.

I stopped a few steps away. “Why are you still here?”

He glanced at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’ll leave after dinner. Relax. What? Are you afraid I’ll start taking off my clothes and give you the show you requested?”

I stared at him. “Roman!”

He laughed and gestured towards the food. “Come on. It’s getting cold.”

I considered refusing, but my stomach chose that moment to remind me that I hadn’t eaten properly. Besides,

the food smelled delicious.

I walked over and settled on the dining chair, picking up the chopsticks. The meal was from the same restaurant we’d ordered from the last time we ate together at his apartment. I recognised the flavours immediately. It was just as good as I remembered. I’d barely had an appetite over the past few days, but tonight, I found myself eating more than I expected.

Roman was still eating when I finished. Since he had brought the food, it would have been rude to chase him.

out before he was done.

I leaned back against the couch and covered my mouth as a yawn escaped. My body was beginning to give in to exhaustion. Between worrying about Grandma, spending long hours at the hospital and trying to keep up with work, I hadn’t been getting enough sleep.

I glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight.

I was just gathering the courage to remind Roman that he should be heading home when his phone rang.

“Give me a minute,” he said, picking it up. He walked towards the floor–to–ceiling window, answering the call as he looked out over the city. “Elis, go ahead.”

I couldn’t hear the other end clearly, but it sounded like a work matter.

I settled back into the couch. Now that he was on the phone, asking him to leave would be awkward. I decided to wait until he finished. It shouldn’t take long, surely. I tried to keep myself occupied, but the cushions were soft, the room was warm, and my eyelids felt impossibly heavy. I blinked several times, fighting the sleep creeping over me. Just a few minutes, I told myself.

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The call with Elis lasted barely ten minutes. When I finally ended it and turned away from the window, I found Camila asleep on the couch.

stood still for a moment. She had curled up on one side, her knees drawn slightly towards her chest. One arm rested beneath her head, and her breathing was slow and even. She looked completely worn out.

I glanced at the food containers on the table. She had eaten much but judging by the way she’d fallen asleep, exhaustion had finally caught up with her. I slipped my phone into my pocket and approached the couch quietly.

My wolf, Fenrir, stirred the moment I drew closer. She’s asleep.

His voice rumbled through my mind, unusually gentle. I can see that.

I stopped beside her and looked down. A few strands of hair had fallen across her face. The soft light from the living room touched her features, making her look younger and more vulnerable than the sharp, confident

woman I was used to dealing with.

She was very beautiful. I had noticed that long before tonight, but there was something different about seeing her like this. Without her usual guarded expression, without the quick replies and playful arguments, she

looked entirely at ease.

My fingers moved before I gave them much thought. I bent beside the couch and carefully brushed the loose strands away from her forehead. She shifted slightly but didn’t wake. Fenrir gave a low, satisfied rumble

inside me. Touch her again.

I glanced down at my hand, which was still resting near her cheek.

You seem unusually interested in her tonight. She’s ours to protect.

I frowned inwardly. She’s not ours. Fenrir wasn’t convinced. Then why does her scent settle me? Why do I

want her closer?

I had no answer. My wolf had been restless around Camila for some time now. Whenever she was near, his attention sharpened. He noticed her scent, her movements, even the slightest change in her mood. Tonight, he seemed particularly unwilling to let me walk away from her.

I gently brushed my knuckles against her cheek. Her skin was warm beneath my touch. For a few seconds, I simply watched her sleep.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d spent this long doing nothing but looking at someone. My days were usually filled with meetings, decisions and responsibilities. Yet here I was, kneeling beside a couch, completely absorbed by a woman who had fallen asleep before I could finish a phone call.

Eventually, the position began to strain my knees. I straightened and looked around for something to cover her with. Finding a blanket nearby, I unfolded it and carefully spread it over her.

Camila stirred beneath it, drawing the blanket closer without opening her eyes. A small smile touched my lips. My hand hovered over her head before I gave her hair a gentle, affectionate ruffle.