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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 22 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 22

Chapter 22

Camila’s POV Post

Aria was sprawled comfortably in one of the booths, surrounded by several wolves who seemed determined to keep her entertained. One had a drink in his hand for her. Andher was leaning close, saying something that made her laugh.

Bella gave me a sideways look. “You have got to be kidding me.”

I almost laughed. “Apparently she recovered quickly. From being dragged out of a mall? She has her priorities.”

We continued into the lounge. Then a wolf at the bar noticed us.

His eyes stayed on me. Another turned. Then another. The shift was almost immediate. Men who had been focused on Aria were now watching us. A few even turned their chairs for a better look.

Bella noticed. Her lips curved into a slow grin. “Oh, this is going to be good.”

“What?”

“Don’t look back.”

Naturally, I did. Aria was staring at us. One of the wolves beside her had already stopped listening to whatever she was saying. Another was watching me openly. Then a third stood. Aria’s smile disappeared.

Roman’s POV

I had barely touched my drink when Damon dropped into the chair opposite me. He looked at me for several seconds before shaking his head.

“You know, for a man who has half the women in this city willing to throw themselves at him, you have a strange habit of avoiding all of them.”

I glanced at him. “And?”

“And nothing.” He leaned back, amused. “I’m beginning to wonder if there’s something wrong with you.”

“There is.” His brows lifted. “I dislike unnecessary conversation.”

He laughed. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m aware.” Damon picked up the glass on the table and turned it between his fingers. “Seriously, though. You never take anyone home. You barely flirt. You reject women who would make most men forget their own names.”

“Sounds like their problem.”

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“Or

yours.” I gave him a look.

He raised both hands. “Fine. I’ll leave it.”

He didn’t. A few seconds later, he said, “Actually, I remember one night you didn’t have a choice.” My fingers paused around my glass.

Damon noticed. “That woman in the booth with you.”

I leaned back. “She was drunk.”

“She was practically leading you on.

“She was drunk.”

“And you disappeared with her.”

I looked at him over the rim of my glass. “You seem unusually interested in my private life.

“Because you don’t have one.”

I almost laughed. Damon studied me. “What made that night different?”

“Nothing.”

“Roman.”

“Drop it.”

He watched me for another moment, then finally shrugged.

But the memory had already surfaced. The way she perched in my laps and kissed me with fire. Her wildflower scent. The warmth of her skin and her tight cunt. I pushed the thought aside. Whatever happened that night was a one night thing.

Damon changed the subject before I could decide whether to throw him out. “What about the race next weekend?”

“I’ll be there.”

“You’re actually racing?”

“I said I would.”

“That means yes?”

“That means exactly what I said.”

He grinned, “You really enjoy making people work for answers.”

“People should learn to ask better questions.”

He shook his head. Then his expression shifted. “Oh, and I heard something about Julian.”

My attention spiked. “What about him?”

“His wife is making him popular all of a sudden. His omega mother finally got what she wanted.” I said nothing.

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“She married into the Blackwell pack years ago, but apparently she’s been pushing for Julian to be fully recognised since. Looks like she finally managed it.”

My jaw tightened. Damon continued, unaware-or perhaps simply enjoying himself. “Jullian wants the Blackwell name, the protection and the respect. And now he thinks he’s entitled to all three.”

I placed my glass down. “The Blackwell bloodline doesn’t just hand out titles because someone asks for it.”

Damon’s smile faded slightly. “You walked away from that family when you were tenk Why would you do something like that?”

I looked toward the window. Ten years old. Young enough to leave without understanding what I was giving up. Old enough to remember why I left.

“I had my reasons.” I said quietly. ” But I’m back now to collect some debts.”

Damon leaned forward. “Does the debt have something to do with your mother, the late Luna Blackwell?”

I didn’t answer him. There was no need. The room fell silent for a moment. I picked up my drink again.

Camila’s POV

Back in the main lounge, I could feel Aria’s eyes on me from across the room. She had been glaring for several minutes, her skin was practically turning green with envy.

We could have gone straight to our private booth, but Bella deliberately let us linger. She was enjoying the drama too much.

We hadn’t just stolen the attention of Aria’s admirers. They had completely abandoned her.

The wolves shamelessly circled Bella and me like bees around a honeycomb. One Alpha stepped closer, his arm almost brushing the curve of my back. “Can I buy you a drink? I have connections all over the realm. I could turn your life around.”

Another Alpha immediately moved in. “Don’t listen to him. I own a private label in the entertainment industry. If you’re interested, I could introduce you to the right people. With your looks, you’d become a celebrity overnight.”

Bella looked from one wolf to the other. “Do you people actually hear yourselves?”

They laughed, but neither of them moved away. I gave them a polite smile. “That’s kind of you, but I’m not interested.”

The first wolf leaned closer. “Come on. One drink won’t hurt.”

Bella folded her arms. “She said no.” He opened his mouth again.

Bella cut him off. “That’s a complete sentence, by the way.”

The man’s confidence finally faltered, I almost laughed.

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I glanced across the lounge. Aria was now holding her phone to her ear, talking to someone. Who could that be? I wouldn’t be surprised if her cohort, Vivienne, showed up here too. Those two seemed to have a natural talent for finding chaos-and making it worse.