Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 26 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 26

Chapter 26 

Roman’s POV Post 

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 e 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.” 

Camila’s POV 

Roman was too close. The air between us thickened until it felt alive, heavy with his scent 

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and something darker, something that made my wolf stir under my skin like she had been waiting years for this exact moment. My fingers trembled against the soft cushion. My throat went dry. My lips parted before I could stop them. 

“What are you doing…” 

That was all I managed. Roman didn’t wait. He closed the last inch of space and claimed my mouth like it had always belonged to him. No warning. No soft question. Just the hard press of his lips, the low, possessive rumble that vibrated from his chest into mine, and the slide of his tongue past my defenses before my mind could catch up. 

Heat exploded through me. My wolf surged forward, answering his with a silent, aching recognition that made my knees weaken. 

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the way his scent wrapped around me, rich and wild and mine. Either way, every coherent thought scattered. 

For one reckless second I forgot to push him away. Forgot every reason I was supposed to keep distance. His hand found my waist, fingers splaying wide and firm through the thin fabric of my dress, the heat of his palm searing straight into my skin. 

My breath hitched-sharp, involuntary-and a soft, traitorous sound escaped me. My body moved first. Pride lagged behind, useless. I leaned into him, into the solid wall of muscle and restrained power, into the way his thumb stroked once along the curve of my hip like he 

was mapping territory. 

The kiss deepened, hungry, almost feral. His other hand came up to cup the side of my neck, thumb brushing the sensitive spot just below my ear where a mark would go if either of us ever let this go that far. 

A shiver raced down my spine. My wolf pushed harder, wanting more, wanting everything- his teeth, his claim, the weight of him pinning me down on the sofa until the rest of the room disappeared. 

I tasted the edge of his control fraying. I felt the way his breath roughened against my mouth. Felt the subtle shift of his body as he crowded closer, caging me in without ever trapping me. Every instinct I had screamed yes. Every carefully built wall inside me trembled under the force of it. And still I kissed him back. 

A sudden thud against the door made me jerk, every instinct screaming to pull free. Roman’s arm locked tighter around my waist. 

“Someone’s here,” I breathed against his mouth. 

“I heard.” The words came out as a low groan, rough and unwilling. He still didn’t let go. 

“Then let go.” 

“Do you want me to?” 

Before I could answer he shifted, sitting back on the couch and hauling me with him in one 

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fluid motion. My knees landed on either side of his hips. Our bodies pressed flush-his heat searing through clothes, the hard evidence of how badly he wanted me grinding against the softest part of me. His hand stayed locked at my waist, possessive. His teeth caught my lower lip and tugged, just sharp enough that a soft, helpless sound escaped before I could 

swallow it. 

Something wild and electric flared under my skin. My pulse stuttered. For a heartbeat felt Mena stir again, restless and hungry, answering the dominant presence beneath me en the door burst open. We were Roman and I was forced to pull apart. 

Julian stormed in, eyes bloodshot and wild. “Camila!” 

He took two steps toward me-then froze. His gaze locked on Roman. His pupils shrank to pinpricks. “You again?” 

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