Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 16 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 16

Chapter 16 

Camila’s POV Post 

“Wait.” 

The guards stopped. Julian and Vivienne stopped with them. I walked toward them, steady and unhurried. I stopped in front of Vivienne and folded my arms. 

“We had an agreement.” She glared at me. “If you lose, you kneel before me and apologize.” I tilted my head. “You can’t leave without doing that.” 

Murmurs spread through the entrance. Vivienne’s expression hardened. “Go to hell,” she hissed. 

I didn’t answer. I simply kicked her ankle. The guard holding her arm released her in surprise, and Vivienne dropped onto both knees. 

Gasps broke out around us. The crowd had already gathered around the entrance again, hungry for whatever happened next. She scrambled to get back up. I caught her shoulder and forced her down again. 

“You don’t know who my father is!” she snapped. “He will not take this lightly!” 

“Oh, I’m shaking in fear.” I shared my body mockingly. Then I looked down at her, completely composed. “I could make you stay right here and confess all the dirty tricks you’ve pulled on Julian.” Her expression shifted. “But I’m not going to.” I stepped back. “Consider that your lucky break.” 

The murmurs around us faded. I held her gaze. “But let me warn you.” My voice dropped. “Whenever or wherever you see me next, walk the other way.” I paused. “Don’t ever cross 

my path again.” 

I stepped aside. Alexander lifted a hand. The guard immediately grabbed Vivienne again and started dragging her toward the exit. 

“Let go of me!” Vivienne’s shriek followed us toward the entrance as the guards dragged her away. “You don’t mess with a Laurent this way.” 

I almost rolled my eyes. Apparently, she still believed her father could walk into this room and undo everything that had happened tonight. 

“Roman, this has gone far enough.”Julian barked. He looked furious. His pride had taken one hit after another tonight, and he clearly wanted someone to blame for it. 

Roman didn’t even bother arguing. “You brought her wife,” he said calmly. “She picked the fight and caused chaos at Luna Catherine’s birthday dinner.” Julian’s expression tightened. 

Roman continued, “I’m simply cleaning up the mess you and your wife made here little brother.” 

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Julian said nothing. The guards kept moving him. Vivienne twisted against their grip. “You’ll regret this!” 

watched her struggle until she disappeared through the entrance. 

The doors closed behind them. For a moment, nobody moved. Then the whispers started. I could hear them spreading through the crowd. By tomorrow, the entire city would probably have its own version of what happened here tonight. I didn’t care. I had no interest in what they thought of me anymore. 

I turned away from the entrance. Roman was standing a few steps behind me. That famillar scent reached me again. He walked toward me with that irritatingly relaxed expression. 

“So,” he said, “are you going to thank me?” 

I stared at him. “For what?” 

“For helping you get rid of them.” 

I shook my head and started walking. He followed. “You should be thanking me instead.” 

“Why?” He chuckled. 

“For helping you humiliate your little brother and entertaining the entire room with that piano session.” 

He grinned. “But I helped you punish Julian by letting you kiss me. You owe me a favor, truly.” 

“We’re even, then.” I turned away from him and headed for the entrance. I was exhausted and had lost the interest of meeting Luna Catherine and watching her cut her ridiculously 

oversized cake. 

“Are you running away?” He called after me. 

I didn’t stop. “I’m done giving you and the crowd free entertainment.” 

I walked straight to my car, got in, and drove home. 

For the next few days, I didn’t leave Silver Lake. I stayed indoors, keeping mostly to myself. I’d already made plans to retrieve my personal belongings from my apartment when the right time came. 

Right now, I had more important things to do. 

I made time for dinner with Amelia that evening. When I took my seat at the dining table, she looked at me. “You look rested,” 

“I guess so.” 

I glanced at the spread of food covering the table. Everything looked delicious. The smell hit me almost immediately, and my stomach growled. I hadn’t even realized how poorly I’d been eating these past few days. I picked up my cutlery and reached for something on my plate. 

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“What is it?” Grandma asked without looking up. I paused. “Spill it out.” 

stared at her. Stunned for a moment. This wasn’t the first time Amelia had done that. She always seemed to know whenever I had something on my mind or was preparing to ask her for something. 

What always caught me off guard wasn’t that she knew. It was the timing. 

Sometimes I wondered if she was a witch too. Then I remembered that wolves couldnt 

become witches. At least, that was what I knew. 

It was supposed to be an impossible combination. 

I cleared my throat and finally looked at her. “I’m ready to take over the group now 

Amelia’s hand stopped halfway to her mouth. Her fork nearly slipped from her fingers. She stared at me as though I’d just said something completely impossible. Then her expression changed. A slow smile spread across her face. “My girl is finally growing up.” 

I couldn’t help smiling. But before I could say anything, she picked up her fork again. 

“Since you’re finally ready to move on from that Blackwell boy,” she said carefully, “perhaps it’s time I introduce you to someone.” 

My smile disappeared. “Grandma.” 

She chuckled. “Just listen first. He’s the grandson of an old friend of mine. He’s been through a lot, but he turned out well. Responsible. Capable. He knows how to handle 

himself.” 

I narrowed my eyes. “Where is this going?” 

She ignored my question. “And, unfortunately, his family name is Blackwell too.” 

I nearly dropped my fork. “Wait.” Grandma looked completely innocent. “You want me to get over one Blackwell by meeting another Blackwell?” 

She shrugged. “Not every Blackwell is like Julian.” I stared at her. 

“That is a very bold statement.” 

“I’m sure you’ve met him already.” 

“That doesn’t make it evidence.” Grandma laughed softly. “He’s different.” 

I shook my head. “I’m sure every disaster comes with that introduction.” 

Her smile faded slightly. “Camila, I’m not trying to force anything on you.” I said nothing. She placed her fork down. “I know you were hurt. I know what Julian did to you still weighs on your mind, even if you refuse to admit it.” 

My expression softened. Grandma reached across the table and touched my hand. “They say sometimes the best way to heal from one heartbreak is to allow something new into your life.” 

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I gave her a look. “Something new?” 

“A new beginning,” she corrected. “Not a marriage tomorrow. Not an arrangement. Nothing like that.” She squeezed my hand gently. “I just don’t want you wasting years of your life looking back at a man who wasn’t worth five minutes of your tears.” 

Something tightened in my chest. For all her strength, all her power, Amelia had always been able to see through me. And right now, I could see the worry she was trying to de. 

I leaned across the table and wrapped my arms around her. 

“Grandma,” I whispered, “I won’t waste another second on Julian.” 

She held me tightly. “He didn’t break me.” 

But even as I assured her, one question kept nagging at me. 

Who exactly was this other Blackwell Grandma had been talking about? My mind immediately went to one person. Alpha Roman. 

I frowned. No. Surely not. 

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