Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 30 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 30

Chapter 30 

Camila’s POV Post 

“A marriage alliance with Miss Whitmore would put you in a position few men could challenge.” 

Roman listened to the voice on his phone, then answered with an easy confidence that suggested the matter was already settled. 

“Consider it done. You know I wouldn’t refuse you.” 

He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bedside table. 

I had been listening despite myself. A marriage what? My hear thudded painfully. Why would my grandma say that to him? I looked at him, clutching the sheet against my chest. 

“Wait. How do you know-” I stopped myself. 

Roman turned towards me, one corner of his mouth lifting. “Know what, Camila? That business doesn’t stop because the sun comes up?” 

I didn’t respond. I’d nearly asked how he knew my grandmother. The question had come dangerously close to escaping, and I couldn’t afford to let him realise how much that conversation had interested me. 

I lifted my chin. “I couldn’t care less about your business dealings.” 

“Then we agree on something.” His eyes lingered on me as though he knew perfectly well I was hiding something. 

I refused to give him the satisfaction of asking another question. Instead, I threw back the covers and reached for my dress. 

“I’m going home.” 

The moment I picked it up, I discovered the damage. One of the narrow straps had been ripped away completely. I stared at the ruined garment, then slowly looked at Roman. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

He glanced at the dress. “Ah. That.” 

“That?” I repeated. “You destroyed my dress!” 

“There’s no need to sound as though I’ve committed a crime. I’ve arranged for something else for you to wear. And food, since you probably haven’t eaten.” 

I watched him climb out of bed and head for the bathroom. He paused before entering the bathroom and looked back at me. 

“For the record, I thought the dress looked good on you.” 

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I folded my arms. “How generous.” 

“Although,” he added, his gaze travelling over me, “I wasn’t particularly fond of the attention it attracted.” Then he disappeared behind the bathroom door. 

I stood motionless for several seconds. The audacity of this man! 

He could ruin my clothes, make an infuriating comment about other men looking at me, and walk away as though he’d merely reminded me to take an umbrella. 

I got dressed immediately the replacement outfit arrived. Breakfast followed soon after, but I barely paid attention to it. My priority was to leave before Roman emerged from the bathroom and found another way to get under my skin. 

I retrieved the bank card I’d tossed at him earlier. Then I slipped out of the suite. The quiet corridor offered a welcome escape. I released a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. 

What was wrong with me? I had slept with Alpha Roman Blackwell once before, and somehow I’d ended up in his bed again. Worse, every time he touched me, my carefully constructed resolve seemed to disappear. My mind knew exactly why I should stay away from him. Unfortunately, my body appeared to have voted against the decision. 

I rubbed my forehead and continued towards the exit. Only then did I remember where I was. I was still in the club. And completelty forgotten my friend Anabela. 

Guilt struck me. With everything that had happened the previous night, I hadn’t even checked whether my best was okay. I pulled out my phone and called her. 

She answered after a few rings. “Camila Hart! Should I be relieved that you’re alive or offended that you made me worry?” 

“I’m fine. Did you leave the club?” 

“Of course I left. I wasn’t going to stand outside your private room all night waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing.” 

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Anabela, please.” 

“Don’t ‘please’ me. I saw you kissing Alpha Roman before you both disappeared. You looked perfectly capable of making your own decisions.” 

“I’m ending this call.” 

“Wait, wait!” She laughed, then her voice grew more serious. “On a different note, Julian frightened me last night. The way he came looking for you, the way he behaved when he found you with his half-brother… Camila, I don’t think he’s accepted that you’re done with him.” 

My amusement vanished. “Neither do I.” 

“Then don’t let your guard down. A man who believes he still has a claim over you can be dangerous when he realises he doesn’t.” 

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I looked towards the club’s entrance, my thoughts briefly returning to Julian’s furious face “I’ll be careful.” 

You’d better be. And if he tries anything, call me. I’ll show up wearing heels sharp enough to settle the matter.” 

A reluctant smile tugged at my lips. “I’ll hold you to that.” 

“You do that. And Camila?” 

“What now?” 

“Please tell me you aren’t planning to make Alpha Roman Blackwell your next complicated relationship.” 

I looked away, remembering his arm around my waist and the confidence in his eyes. “Goodbye, Anabela.” 

Her laughter followed me until I ended the call. Outside, the morning air felt cooler against my face. I walked away from the club, determined to leave the previous night where it belonged. I had enough problems without adding Roman Blackwell to the list 

The next morning, I put on my best corporate outfit, pinned my hair neatly in place, and studied my reflection one last time. 

Today marked the beginning of a new chapter. I had agreed to my grandmother’s proposal to take over the management of the Whitmore Group, and I intended to prove that I was capable of handling the responsibility. Whatever doubts the board might have about me, I wouldn’t give them a reason to underestimate me. 

By the time I arrived at the headquarters, Mr Kent was waiting in the lobby. “Good morning, Miss Whitmore.” 

His familiar face immediately lifted my spirits. “Mr Kent! You’re here already?” 

“Your grandmother asked me to make sure your first day goes smoothly.” 

I smiled. Of all the people grandma could have assigned to assist me, she had chosen someone I already trusted. Mr Kent had been a reliable presence in my grandmother’s affairs for years, and I was relieved to have him by my side. 

“I’m glad Grandmother chose you as my PA,” I told him. “At least I won’t have to spend my first day trying to figure out whom I can trust.” 

He returned my smile, “I’ll do my best to make things easier for you.” 

“Good. Because I intend to work you very hard.” 

“I expected nothing less,” 

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