Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 121 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 121

Chapter 121 

Camila’s POV Post 

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the blanket covering me. For a few seconds, I lay still, trying to remember how I’d ended up sleeping on the couch. Then the events of the previous night slowly came back to me. 

Roman had brought dinner. We’d eaten together, and he’d received a phone call. I’d decided to wait until he finished before asking him to leave. Apparently, I hadn’t lasted that long. 

I sat up and looked around. The takeaway containers had been cleared from the coffee table and Roman was nowhere to be seen. I had no idea when he’d left, but I’d slept surprisingly well. My body felt rested, and the heaviness that had followed me around for days was finally gone. I folded the blanket and placed it aside. 

Then I glanced at the spot where Roman had been sitting the night before. A memory flashed through my mind. The ridiculous lingerie. His teasing remarks. The moment I’d ended up sitting on his thigh, with his face so close to mine. My cheeks warmed instantly. Oh, goodness! I jumped to my feet as if the couch had suddenly become uncomfortable. Why was I thinking about that again? I shook my head, determined to put the embarrassing memory behind me, and headed for the bathroom. 

After my shower, I stood before the mirror, rubbing my skin dry. My eyes eventually settled on the bracelet around my wrist. I turned my hand, studying the familiar band. It had been a long time since I’d considered taking it off. 

The bracelet kept my wolf subdued, preventing her from responding freely to the world around me. Without it, I might have to deal with instincts and emotions I’d spent years learning to control. Yet lately, I’d found myself wondering about Mina. Especially whenever Roman was around. I could feel her stirring beneath the bracelet whenever he came close. Sometimes it was a faint restlessness; other times, her presence seemed to grow stronger, as though she were trying to get my attention. 

Last night had been no different. I wondered what she thought of him. Whether she recognised something about Roman that I hadn’t noticed. Whether she felt the same strange pull I sometimes experienced whenever 

he was near. 

My fingers moved to the clasp. For one brief moment, I considered taking it off. I wanted to hear her again, to know what was going on inside her whenever Roman’s scent reached me. But I hesitated. 

What if I couldn’t control the reaction? What if releasing her now created complications I wasn’t prepared for? I 

lowered my hand. 

Not yet. I left the bracelet where it was, finished getting dressed and went to a cafe to pack some breakfast for my grandmother. 

By the time I arrived at the hospital, Amelia was looking much better. The doctor had been pleased with her progress, and she was now close to being discharged. With a little more observation and proper care at home, she could continue her recovery there. It was a relief I hadn’t realised how desperately I needed. 

I spent some time with her before my phone rang. The name on the screen brought a smile to my face. “Professor Tessa!” 

“Eve, you haven’t forgotten about the forum summit I told you about, have you?” 

“Of course not, Professor. You promised to take me along.” 

“Good. Then start making your preparations. We’re leaving for Sky City tomorrow.” 

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“Tomorrow?” I glanced towards my grandmother’s bed, then smiled. “That’s perfect. Grandma should be discharged soon, so the timing couldn’t be better.” 

Excellent. I’ll send you the travel details.” 

We exchanged a few more words before ending the call. I slipped my phone into my bag, feeling a little excited. The summit would give me a chance to spend time with Professor Tessa and attend something outside the hospital and the endless demands of Whitmore Group. 

Julian’s POV 

Aria Sutton had apparently run out of patience waiting for things to work in her favour. 

I was reviewing a report in my office when my secretary informed me that she was outside. I barely looked up before she walked in, wearing an expression that suggested the world had personally offended her “Julian you have to help me.” 

I lowered the document. “Good morning to you too, Aria. What’s the problem this time?” 

“It’s Professor Tessa Westbrook.” She dropped into the chair opposite me. “I’ve tried everything to get back into her good books, but she’s refusing to give me another chance.” 

I returned my attention to the report. “Perhaps you should have thought about that before creating a problem 

with her.” 

“Seriously? She’s only a professor. Why is she behaving as though she’s untouchable?” 

I gave her a dry look. “If she’s only a professor, why are you so desperate to impress her?” 

Aria’s face tightened. “Because you don’t understand what you’re missing!” she exclaimed. “There’s an elite research forum coming up, and Professor Tessa is one of the keynote figures. She’s unveiling a new core solution she’s been developing for years. Do you know how important that is?” 

I put the report down. “I’m listening.” 

し 

“Ever since the problems with TexCore started, everyone in the industry has been looking for a reliable alternative. Professor Tessa’s solution could change everything. The biggest names in research and technology will be attending. Investors, executives, people with influence. This is the kind of event where you make connections that can change your career.” 

“And you want to attend?” 

“Of course I do!” She leaned forward. “But someone like me can’t simply walk into a forum of that calibre. I need an invitation, and Professor Tessa certainly won’t give me one. That’s why I need you to help me.” 

I sighed. “Aria, I’m not involved in organising the event. What exactly do you expect me to do?” 

“Can’t you use your connections? Make a few calls? You’re my cousin, Julian. I’m not asking you to buy me an entire company. I just need access.” 

“I have enough problems to deal with without taking responsibility for your career.” 

“Please, Julian. This is important to me.” 

“Then perhaps you should have taken your professional relationship with Professor Tessa more seriously.” 

Her expression darkened. She pressed her lips together, clearly unhappy with my response, but made no move to leave. 

Before I could tell her to stop wasting my time, the door opened. 

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My secretary stepped inside, carrying a file. “Sir, the revised project documents are ready for your review.” 

I nodded towards the desk. “Leave them here. I’ll go through them shortly.” 

She placed the file down and stood beside my desk to explain the changes. She was dressed in a fitted blouse and pencil skirt, her hair neatly styled. There was something familiar about her appearance, though I couldn’t immediately place it. Perhaps it was the resemblance to Camila. Not exact, but enough to catch my 

attention for a second. 

“Is there anything else?” I asked. 

“Just the final approval, sir.” 

“Alright. I’ll review it.” 

She smiled politely and remained beside the desk while I opened the file. Aria watched the exchange with an increasingly impatient expression. “Julian,” she called, drawing my attention back to her. “Are you even listening to me?” 

I looked up. “I thought we were done.” 

“We’re not! You haven’t agreed to help me.” 

“Because I haven’t changed my mind.” 

She let out an irritated breath. “You’re really going to leave me stranded?” 

“Aria, I have work to do. If you want to attend that forum, find a way to resolve things with Professor Tessa yourself. I’m not going to force her to invite you.” 

Her lips tightened. For a moment, I thought she would launch into another argument, but she eventually snatched up her handbag. 

“Fine. Don’t bother helping me. I’ll find another way.” She spun around and marched out, slamming the door 

behind her. 

I shook my head and turned my attention to the project files my secretary had brought in earlier. 

“Come here for a moment,” I called while standing up. 

She approached my desk, and I picked up one of the documents, pointing to a section that needed clarification. “Look at this figure. It doesn’t match the projection in the previous report.” 

She leaned closer to examine the page. I shifted slightly to give her a better view, but somehow, that brought 

us closer than I had intended. 

Her scent reached me. It was subtle, but unmistakably feminine, carrying the distinct trace of her wolf. My gaze lifted from the document. She was still studying the figures, unaware of how close we were standing. 

Then I noticed my wolf had gone unusually still, his focus fixed on the woman beside me. Interesting, I thought narrowing my eyes. My gaze drifted to her face, then settled on her lips. Why did she remind me so much of Camila? 

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