Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 23 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 23

Chapter 23 

Roman’s POV Post 

Noise drifted up from the main lounge into the private booth where Damon and I sat. 

“What’s that commotion?” Damon asked, straightening in his seat. 

“Go find out.” I dropped my glass of whiskey onto the table. “You own this place, don’t you?” 

Damon scoffed. “I own the club but I’m not my own head of security.” 

He stood. “I’ll go check anyway.” 

I waved him off. The moment he stepped out. I picked up my phone and returned to the business messages waiting for me. A few approvals. A delayed shipment. Two messages from executives who apparently believed everything required my immediate attention. 

In a few minutes, Damon’s voice came from the doorway. “Roman.” 

I looked up. “You need to come downstairs.” 

“Why?” 

“There’s a woman down there.” 

I stared at him. Damon shook his head, almost amused by his own discovery. “She’s not just pretty. I mean unfairly pretty.” 

I leaned back. “Good for her.” 

He clicked his tongue. “You’re impossible.” 

“I’ve heard that before.” 

“I’m telling you, this one is different.” 

I had no interest in whoever he was talking about. But the word different caught me. 

Camila’s face appeared in my mind without permission. I lifted my whiskey and finished it in one swallow. The heat in my chest didn’t disappear. 

Damon noticed. “Careful. You keep drinking like that, and I’ll start thinking you have a crush 

on someone.” 

I placed the empty glass on the table. “I’m not going.” 

“Fine. Your loss,” He grinned. “I’m going to get her number. Women like that don’t walk into this club every day.” He turned and stepped through the partly open door. He barely made it two steps before he collided into someone in the hallway. 

“Do you walk around with your eyes closed?” A woman’s voice. 

Damon fired back immediately. “I should ask you the same question. You walked right into me.” 

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There was a brief silence. Then the woman spoke again, her voice edged with annoyance “Goddess, Camila. Why are we so unfortunate tonight? Uncultured wolves everywhere in 

this-club.” 

My chest thudded hard. I couldn’t hear Damon’s response. Because before the name Camila could even register, her scent hit me like a thunderbolt. 

Camila’s POV 

Bella had arranged for several bottles of wine to be brought into our private room. She inspected the selection before dropping onto the sofa with a satisfied sigh. 

“Now, this is more like it.” She poured me a glass. “There are billions of men in this realm, Camila. Wolves, humans, Alphas, Betas. And you’re going to waste your beautiful face mourning one cheating bastard?” 

I accepted the wine. “I wasn’t mourning him.” 

“Of course not. You were simply sitting around looking like you wanted to bury him alive.” 

I gave her a flat look. Bella grinned. “See? You’re already feeling better.” 

“Your method of comforting people needs work.” 

“My method works perfectly. You’re just difficult to please.” 

She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Now, tell me. Did any of those wolves downstairs interest you?” 

“No.” 

“Not even one?” 

“Bella.” 

“Fine. Those were only the first batch. I have better options.” 

I lowered my glass. “What do you mean, better options?” She was already checking her phone. I watched her with growing suspicion. “What have you done?” 

“Nothing illegal, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“That isn’t reassuring.” 

“Relax. I simply decided that if the club’s regular crowd couldn’t impress you, I’d bring in some fresh faces.” 

Before I could question her further, someone knocked. The door opened, and the first man walked in. Then another. And another. 

Within minutes, our private room was filled with handsome men. Some wore tailored shirts and expensive watches, while others looked as though they’d stepped straight off a motorcycle. There were athletic wolves with broad shoulders, well-dressed businessmen, charming human men, and a few younger Alphas whose confidence announced their status. 

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before they even spoke. 

stared at the growing crowd. Bella had lost her mind. She nudged my arm, looking immensely pleased with herself. 

“Take your pick.” 

“From all of them?” 

“Why limit yourself?” 

“Bella, what exactly did you tell these people?” 

“That my best friend deserves an excellent evening.” 

“And they all agreed to come?” 

“Apparently, your best friend has excellent taste in clubs.” 

shook my head, struggling not to laugh. Bella gestured grandly at the men. “Look at them, Camila. No cheating exes. No married men pretending to be single. No emotional baggage you have to unpack. Just handsome faces and good company.” 

“Some of them might have emotional baggage.” 

“Then we won’t open their suitcases tonight.” 

That pulled a laugh out of me. For the first time that evening, I allowed myself to look around without thinking about Julian. The men were undeniably attractive. A few caught my attention with their smiles, and one particularly charming wolf gave me a respectful nod from across the room. Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself? 

Julian had spent years making a fool of me while I remained faithful to him. I had given that relationship enough of my time. I wasn’t going to spend another evening feeling guilty for 

moving on. 

I settled against the sofa and raised my glass. “Fine. Keep them all.” 

Bella’s mouth fell open. Then she burst into delighted laughter. “That’s my girl!” 

The music changed a few minutes later, shifting into a lively beat that made it impossible to remain seated for long. I didn’t need to ask who was responsible. Bella had clearly planned every detail. 

I was still sipping my wine when one of the wolves approached and held out his hand. “Would you care to dance?” 

I studied him for a moment before accepting. “Just one dance.” 

“Of course.” He helped me to my feet and led me toward the open space in the middle of the room. 

Bella was already on the dance floor with another man, laughing as he spun her around. I let myself follow the rhythm, allowing the music to drown out the thoughts I’d carried into the 

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club. For tonight, I wasn’t Julian’s jilted mate or the woman who had wasted years loving the wrong man. I was Camila Hart. And I intended to enjoy every minute of my freedom. The party had only just begun. 

By the time the dancing stopped, the party had completely gotten out of hand. I had barely settled onto the sofa when one of the men offered me another drink. Another stood behind me, kneading my shoulders as though I had complained of aches. A third had crouched beside the sofa and was rubbing my calves. I stared at the ceiling. Had Bella brought me to a nightclub or booked me a session at a luxury spa? 

Bella took one look at the scene and stopped dead. “Camila! What on earth are you doing?” 

I turned my head. “Resting.” 

“Resting?” She pointed at the men surrounding me. “They’re supposed to entertain you, hot turn you into a queen receiving treatment. Sit up properly. Let someone hold you. At least take a shot!” 

I laughed. “Bella, why are you taking this so seriously?” 

“Because your romantic life is a disaster, and I’m trying to repair the damage.” 

“My romantic life isn’t a group assignment.” 

“Clearly, you need help with it.” 

Before I could answer, the man beside me shifted closer. He slipped an arm around my waist and lifted his glass toward my mouth. “Let me spoil you a little, beautiful.” 

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