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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 139 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 139

Chapter 139

Roman’s POV Post)

“Are your ears giving you trouble?”

“My ears are perfectly fine. It’s your sudden announcement that’s confusing me.” He leaned forward since when do you have a girlfriend?”

I took a leisurely sip of my drink. “It’s personal. Don’t worry about it.”

As far as I was concerned, the matter was settled. I simply didn’t want to give Nyra my number. Women had approached me often enough, and I had never encouraged their advances. It was easier to shut things down immediately than leave room for misunderstandings.

Damon, however, was clearly not satisfied. “Come on, Roman. Who is she? Don’t tell me that your VP who’s been chasing you for years has finally succeeded. That can’t be it. You’ve never shown her the slightest

interest.”

I said nothing. “Then who? You hardly have any women around you.”

He paused, thinking. Then his eyes widened. “Wait! Don’t tell me it’s Camila?”

I gave him a flat look. Damon shook his head. “No, that doesn’t make sense. She was Julian’s. Everyone knows that. Why would she suddenly be interested in you?”

I stared at him, wondering how someone could talk so much without saying anything useful. “Can’t you think before you open your mouth?”

He laughed. “I’m only making guesses. What about the Whitmore heiress? Are you planning to marry into that family and get your hands on their company?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Damon threw up his hands. “Fine. Keep your secrets.”

Nyra, who had been listening to the entire conversation, looked increasingly irritated. “It’s only a phone number!” she protested. “Why are you making such a fuss? And honestly, Alpha Blackwell, don’t you think your girlfriend is being a little unreasonable? She sounds controlling.”

I turned to her. “Watch your mouth.” Her smile disappeared.

“Who my girlfriend is, or what she’s like, is none of your business. I treat her the way I choose to, and I won’t have you judging someone you don’t even know. Do you understand?” My voice was firm. I had no intention of entertaining her comments. Whether the woman I had mentioned existed or not was irrelevant. Nyra had no right to insult her.

Her eyes quickly filled with tears. She turned to Damon, clearly expecting him to defend her. “Damon…”

He sighed. “Alright, that’s enough. Nyra, you shouldn’t be making comments about someone else’s relationship. I think it’s best you go home. I’ll have the driver take you.”

“I’m not leaving!” she snapped. “And when have I ever been spoiled? You’re always making me sound like

some unreasonable person!”

Damon rubbed his temples. He looked thoroughly exhausted.

He knew I wasn’t someone who enjoyed unnecessary drama, and the last thing he wanted was for his cousin

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to push me any further.

He waved over the driver and insisted that Nyra leave. Once she was gone, the room finally returned to peace Damon turned to me again, his curiosity apparently stronger than his frustration. “Alright, Roman. Now tell me Who’s this mysterious girlfriend?”

I took another sip of my drink. “I made her up.”

Damon stared at me. “You what?”

“She’s fictional.”

He looked at me for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“You bastard! You actually made me believe you were seeing someone!”

I shrugged. “The excuse worked.”

“Worked? You nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought you’d finally found a woman and somehow managed to keep it from me.” He patted his chest. “You? In a relationship? That would be headline news.”

I ignored his theatrics and slowly turned the glass in my hand.

But even as Damon continued talking, my thoughts drifted elsewhere.

A woman’s face came to mind. Bright eyes, a bold smile, and a tongue sharp enough to challenge me at every opportunity. She had no problem provoking me, arguing with me, or looking me straight in the eye when everyone else would have thought twice. Camila Hart.

The faintest smile touched my lips. “Maybe it’s about time,” I murmured.

Damon stopped talking. He studied my face, then narrowed his eyes.

“Hold on. Are you actually falling for someone?”

Camila’s POV

My phone was still pressed to my ear when I reached the boarding gate. “Send the revised figures to Kent before the end of the day. I want him to go through everything before the meeting,” I instructed. “And make sure the documents for the Eldoria office are ready. I don’t want any delays once I arrive.”

I was so focused on the conversation that I didn’t notice the man approaching from the opposite direction until my shoulder collided with his. “Oh! I’m sorry.” I immediately stepped back, lowering my phone.

One of the men accompanying him frowned at me. “Can’t you watch where you’re going? Do you have any idea who you’ve just bumped into?”

I glanced at him, then at the man standing beside him. “I said I was sorry. It was an accident.” I had been distracted, and I wasn’t going to deny my mistake. There was no reason to turn a simple collision into an

argument.

“It’s quite alright,” the man said before his companion could say anything else. “You seem to have a lot on your mind.”

His voice was surprisingly gentle. I looked at him properly for the first time. He appeared to be in his late twenties or perhaps a little older, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that gave him an effortlessly polished appearance. His features were striking, his posture relaxed, and there was something about his presence that made him difficult to overlook. He was undeniably handsome.

But it wasn’t just his appearance. His calm manner carried a quiet authority, the sort that didn’t require a raised voice or an elaborate display of power. There was also a certain reserve about him, as though he was

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accustomed to keeping people at a comfortable distance. It was an interesting combination.

“Thank you for understanding,” I replied.

He gave me a small nod. I returned to my call and headed towards the boarding gate. I didn’t give the encounter another thought.

Not until I stepped into the first–class cabin. The same man was there. He was seated a few rows away, speaking briefly with one of his companions as though our earlier encounter had never happened, Apparently, we were travelling to the same destination.

I glanced at him once before making my way to my seat. Eldoria received several flights every day. There was nothing particularly remarkable about running into the same passenger twice.

settled in, opened my laptop and returned to work. The flight was expected to take close to ten hours so I had more than enough time to clear some pending tasks. The cabin was peaceful, with only occasional conversations breaking the silence. Everyone seemed content to enjoy their privacy.

At some point, however, the sound of a foreign language caught my attention. It came from the man I’d bumped into earlier. He was speaking on the phone, his voice low and composed. I couldn’t understand the language, but from the occasional names and the tone of the conversation, it sounded like a discussion involving politics and matters of considerable importance.

I tried to concentrate on my laptop, but my curiosity got the better of me. I glanced in his direction. There was something remarkably assured about the way he spoke. Even without understanding his words, I could tell he wasn’t someone who simply followed other people’s instructions. His tone suggested a man accustomed to being listened to. I found myself looking over more than once. Unfortunately, he noticed. Our eyes met. I immediately turned back to my laptop, pretending to be deeply interested in the document on my screen.

How embarrassing. I hadn’t even realised I’d been staring. I made a deliberate effort to focus on my work after that, and the rest of the flight passed without another incident. By the time we landed, I had completed most of what I needed to do. I closed my laptop, collected my belongings and waited for the passengers ahead of me to disembark.

Eldoria. It had been a long time since I’d last set foot in this city.

Whitmore Group’s headquarters was located here, and although my grandmother remained the company’s chairperson, its daily operations were handled by the management team under the supervision of the board. Stella Evans, one of the senior board members, was currently overseeing affairs at the headquarters.

My memories of Eldoria were complicated. I had spent my early childhood in Silverhaven with my parents. After their deaths, my grandmother brought me to Eldoria, where I lived with her for some time. Eventually, however, I chose to return to Silverhaven and build my life there. I had never regretted that decision. Silverhaven was home, and Amelia was the only family I had left.

But Eldoria was where Whitmore Group had its roots, and with the responsibilities I carried as its chairperson, I couldn’t stay away forever. I adjusted the strap of my handbag and stepped off the plane. I was back in Eldoria, and this time, I had business to attend to.