Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 25 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 25

Chapter 25 

Roman’s POV Post 

Camila nodded a little too quickly. “Yes.” 

I folded my arms. Interesting. I wondered how far she intended to take this. 

The officer gave her a stern look. “Then perhaps your brother can explain to you why private room full of strangers is a bad idea. You don’t know these men, and you have no way of knowing what they might do. Next time, you might not be so fortunate 

Camila’s cheeks coloured. “I understand. It won’t happen again.” 

“See that it doesn’t.” He pulled a document from his folder and handed it to her, “Read and sign. It’s a statement acknowledging the warning. If we receive another complaint under similar circumstances, you may not be allowed to leave with a detention.” 

Camila looked down at the paper. I leaned slightly to see what had caught her attention. Her expression tightened. Whatever was written there, it had offended her pride. She signed anyway, then handed it back without a word. 

The officer checked the signature before turning to me. “Alpha, make sure she understands the seriousness of this.” 

I met his gaze. “I’m sure she does.” 

Something in my tone made him pause, but he said nothing more. He collected the document, motioned to his colleagues, and left. 

The door clicked shut behind them. Silence settled over the room. 

Camila remained where she was, staring at the door as though she could still hear every word the officers had said. 

I took my time looking her over. The outfit was different from anything I’d seen her wear before, fitted in all the right places and revealing enough to draw attention without trying too hard. Her hair framed her face beautifully, and the confidence she carried made it difficult to look away. 

Camila had always been attractive, but tonight she looked dangerously beautiful. I hated that I’d noticed. I hated even more that other men had noticed too. Still, beneath my irritation. ,relief settled in. She was untouched as far as I could tell. At least those fools hadn’t managed to take advantage of her revenge rampage. 

She avoided my eyes for half a second before lifting her chin, as though she had suddenly remembered she had nothing to be ashamed of. Interesting. So she could still find her backbone after nearly getting herself hauled to a police station. 

“What are you doing here?” she asked. 

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“Having a quiet drink with a friend.” I slipped my hands into my pockets. “Then I heard someone had rented a room full of men and attracted the attention of the police. Naturally, 

had to see which fearless woman had managed that little achievement.” 

Her jaw tightened. “Congratulations. You’ve solved the mystery.” 

“Not entirely.” I let my gaze travel over her. “I’m still trying to understand why you needed so many men to entertain you.” 

“That’s none of your business.” 

“Were you bored, sweetheart, or were you hoping to make Julian jealous again?” 

Her expression hardened at the mention of my little brother. 

“Keep his name out of this.” 

“Gladly. I have better things to do than discuss Julian.” I paused. “Although, if your intention was to make him suffer, I must say your choice of weapons was questionable.” She glared at me. I smiled. 

“What? I’m being supportive.” 

“You’re being insufferable.” 

“That’s a common misunderstanding.” 

I took a step closer. “And you’re welcome, by the way.” 

“For what?” 

“Saving you from explaining in the police station why you were found in a room full of strange men.” 

Her face changed. “You called them?” 

“I made a call.” 

“You had no right!” 

“And you had every right to let a stranger attempt to pour wine into your mouth?” My smile disappeared. “Next time, choose your company more carefully.” 

For a moment, she said nothing. Then she looked away, clearly unwilling to give me the satisfaction of admitting I had a point. 

“You have a very strange idea of helping people.” 

“And you have a remarkable talent for needing my help.” 

“I handled myself perfectly well.” 

“Of course. You even signed a statement promising not to assemble men in bulk again.” 

Her cheeks flushed.,”I hate you.” 

I couldn’t quite suppress my smile. “No, you don’t.” 

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She stood abruptly and brushed past me. “Thank you for your assistance, Alpha Blackwell If I get the opportunity, I’ll repay you properly.” 

She reached the door before I moved into her path. “Hold on.” 

She looked up at me, visibly exasperated. “What now?” 

I had intended to make another joke. Something about her terrible judgment or her questionable taste in men. Then I looked at her properly again. Tonight, she looked like trouble dressed for an expensive evening. And the memory of another man’s arm around her waist, his face too close to hers, made my wolf stir with a displeasure I had no intention of explaining. She belonged to herself. I knew that. It didn’t stop me from wanting every man in this club to keep his hands off her. I stepped closer. 

Camila retreated instinctively until the backs of her knees struck the sofa. She dropped onto the cushion, then immediately tried to rise. 

I braced one hand on either side of her, stopping her without touching her. 

Her eyes narrowed. “Move.” 

“Ask nicely.” 

She looked as though she was considering whether a slap would be worth the consequences. I leaned down, bringing us close enough that the scent of my whiskey and cologne mingled with her wildflower scent. My gaze dropped briefly to her mouth. 

She noticed. And I could sense her pulse fluttered at the base of her throat, but she lifted her chin as if daring me to make the next move. 

I caught her chin between my fingers, gently turning her face toward mine. My thumb brushed the edge of her lower lip. “Tell me something, Camila.” My voice dropped. “If you were determined to spend tonight in a man’s arms, why settle for strangers?” 

Her breath caught. “Excuse me?” 

I let my mouth curve into a slow, arrogant smile. “If you’re trying to make Julian jealous, sweetheart, you’re going about it the hard way.” 

“And you think you’d be an improvement?” 

“An enormous one.” 

Her eyes widened slightly. I leaned closer, keeping my voice low enough that only she could hear. “I’m richer, more handsome, considerably more powerful, and I don’t need to sneak 

around behind a woman’s back to feel like a man.” 

I paused, enjoying the way her expression shifted between outrage and reluctant surprise. “So, if revenge is what you want, why waste your time with spineless men? I held her gaze. “Choose me instead.” 

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