Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 14 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 14

Chapter 14 

Vivienne’s POV Post 

I pushed through the few people in the hallway and walked toward them, my temper already boiling. 

Julian was still staring at Camila. And Alpha Roman was standing beside her, his arm 

around her waist as though he owned her. The sight made something ugly twist inside me. 

“Julian.” 

He looked at me, but only for a second. His attention drifted back to Camila. 

“What is going on here?” I demanded. 

Camila ignored me, completely composed. 

laughed bitterly. “Of course. I leave for a few minutes, and I come back to find you all over my husband again.” 

Camila’s eyes narrowed. I stepped toward her. “You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” 

My hand went up. Camila caught my wrist before it reached her. 

Her grip tightened. Then she turned and struck my cheek with her other palm. The crack rang through the hallway. 

I staggered sideways, stunned by the force. A few people gasped. 

Roman didn’t move. He simply watched me, one eyebrow slightly raised. 

Camila released my wrist. “Don’t try that again.” I touched my cheek and looked at her. She was infuriatingly calm. Then she added, “Why don’t you put a leash on him so you can keep track of where he goes?” 

My eyes flicked toward Julian. He immediately looked away. Camila’s mouth curved into a knowing smile. “I rejected him. He’s all yours. Do your best to keep him from running back 

to me.” 

Julian’s expression darkened. “Camila.” 

She looked at him. He seemed ready to say something, but Roman gave the slightest amused tilt of his head. “Go on,” Roman said quietly. “I’m curious too.” 

Julian shot him a murderous look. Roman only smiled. Camila reached into her clutch. My irritation sharpened. She brought out her phone. 

“What now?” 

She tapped the screen. A recording began. Julian’s voice came through the speaker. 

“Don’t take anything Vivienne said seriously. She was trying to get under your skin. None of 

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it matters. You know how I feel about you….She’s jealous. She knows I still care about you. I told you I would fix this. I meant it.” 

topped breathing. My gaze moved slowly toward Julian. He had gone rigid. His own words filled the silence around us, leaving him nowhere to hide. 

A whisper passed through the nearby guests. Someone shifted closer. Another person covered their mouth. 

Julian looked at me. I didn’t look away. He looked like a man who had just realized he had walked into his own trap. “Vivienne-” 

I lifted my hand. He stopped. “What exactly did I just hear?” 

“It isn’t what you think.” A humorless laugh escaped Roman. 

“Then tell me what it is.” I bursted out. 

He stepped closer. “Its not what you think. She was trying to seduce my bro… Roman just to get a reaction from me.” 

Roman let out a low chuckle. Julian turned sharply. Roman’s eyes held his. “You might want to choose your next lie carefully.” 

Julian’s jaw clenched. I looked between them. Camila stood there silently, almost bored. That expression made my anger turn toward her again. 

“You got what you wanted,” I said. 

She frowned. “What?” 

“You wanted to create trouble between us.” 

Camila stared at me for a moment. Then she laughed. Not loudly. Just enough to make me feel foolish for saying it. “You heard your husband’s voice and still found a way to blame 

me.” 

I swallowed the humiliation rising in my throat. “Julian has explained himself. You can’t stand loosig him to me.” 

Camila looked at him. Something changed in her eyes. She walked straight toward him. And before Julian could blinked, Smack. Her palm landed across his face. 

His head snapped to the side. The hallway erupted in shocked murmurs. Roman’s lips curved. He looked almost entertained. 

Camila lowered her hand. She studied Julian for a beat. “Pathetic.” 

Then she turned and walked away, 

I stood there, my cheek throbbing, watching her leave with Roman following at her side. That was the final insult. She had humiliated me. Exposed my husband. Slapped him. And still walked away with Alpha Roman Blackwell beside her as though she had won something. I wasn’t letting her have the last word. 

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“Camila!” 

She kept walking. I rushed after her. My fingers curled into my palms. “Stop right there!” 

Camila’s POV 

I’d had enough drama for one night. 

Luna Catherine’s birthday dinner had somehow turned into a spectacle, and I had nondea how I’d ended up at the center of it. I hadn’t even met the woman whose birthday we were supposedly celebrating. 

I was exhausted. Done with the whispers. Done with Julian. Done with Vivienne. Done with Roman and done with people turning every damn thing into a performance. I just wanted my bed. My luxurious, ridiculously comfortable bed at Silver Lake Castle. So I walked away. 

I moved through the hallway toward the exit, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The farther I got from the ballroom, the quieter it became. Almost peaceful. Then I heard footsteps behind me. Close. 

I didn’t bother turning around. I already knew who it was. Roman. 

His scent had practically taken up permanent residence on my skin. Wolfberry and that deep woody note that seemed to cling to me no matter how much I tried to ignore it. 

“Camila.” I closed my eyes for half a second. Of course. Vivienne. 

Goddess, did this woman ever know when to stop? I kept walking. Maybe if I ignored her long enough, she would finally get tired of hearing herself. 

“Stop right there!” Her voice cracked across the hallway. 

I should have kept going. I really should have. But some curious, reckless part of me decided I wanted to hear what she could possibly have left to say after everything that had already happened tonight. 

I slowed. Then stopped. A few seconds later, Vivienne caught up. 

Roman stopped behind me too. I turned slowly. We were back in the main reception hall now. Conversations faded around us. Heads turned. People who had been bored suddenly had nothing else to look at. Again. 

“You claimed you were my husband’s mate,” Vivienne said, holding my gaze boldly, her hands planted on her hips. “How could that possibly be true when you were just some wolf from nowhere?” 

Her words struck hard, but I refused to give her the reaction she was looking for. She seemed encouraged by my silence. 

“How could you possibly be the fated mate of a Blackwell heir when nobody knows your pack, your bloodline, or your pedigree?” She raised her voice slightly, then glanced around the reception hall. 

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She wanted an audience. Fine. She had one. 

“As far as I know, you’re nothing but an uncultured rogue who took advantage of Julian’s kindness. Then you seduced him and deceived him into believing you were his mate.” 

A few guests exchanged looks. My fingers curled slowly at my sides. 

Seriously? Was she really this desperate? Calling herself Julian’s wife wasn’t enough or her. Now she was standing in front of a room full of people, questioning my bloodline and calling me a rogue. 

The irony almost made me laugh. 

Vivienne lifted her chin. “Calling yourself my husband’s former mate is a huge disrespect to me. Considering my education, my upbringing, and my social class, you are no match for me by any standard.” She paused, letting the words hang in the air. “I think you owe both me and Julian an apology for making such a preposterous claim.” 

A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. The sound carried farther than I expected. The murmurs around us died almost instantly. 

Vivienne’s expression tightened. Julian shifted beside her, looking increasingly 

uncomfortable. I looked directly at her. “Did you say standard?” Her lips parted. I gave a small scoff. “Do you even have one?” 

Someone behind me coughed into a champagne glass. Another guest quickly turned away, obviously trying not to laugh. 

Vivienne’s nostrils flared. Then, surprisingly, she smiled. “Let’s put our class to the test, 

then.” 

I narrowed my eyes. “What test?” 

“A standard wolf family always teaches their daughters piano.” 

She spoke as though she had just presented undeniable proof of her superiority. “If you claim you ever had a family, no matter how lowly, you should at least know how to play the simplest keys.” 

My brows lifted. She wasn’t serious. She actually wanted to do this. 

Vivienne glanced toward the far side of the hall, where a grand piano stood beneath the warm chandelier lights. Then she looked back at me. “You know how to play piano, don’t you?” She raised one eyebrow. “Let’s have a little competition. Everyone here can judge who actually has been well taught and raised.” 

My heart gave one hard thud. Piano? I stared at her. Was she for real? 

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