Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 31 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 31

Chapter 31 

Camila’s POV Post 

We both laughed before he led me towards the elevators. 

The tour began on the ground floor. Kent introduced me to the reception team, explained the 

security arrangements, and showed me the departments occupying the lower levels. We visited the finance and human resources offices, then moved through the executive floors, where he gave me a brief overview of the company’s operations. 

Everywhere we went, employees greeted him respectfully. Some looked curious when he introduced me as the new head of management. Others exchanged discreet glances, clearly trying to decide what sort of leader I would be. 

I paid attention to everything. If I was going to take charge of the Whitmore Group, I needed to understand more than the impressive building and the company name. I needed to know the people, the structure, and the work that kept the business running. 

Finally, Kent stopped in front of a spacious corner office. “Your office, Miss Whitmore.” 

I stepped inside. The room was elegant without being unnecessarily flashy. A large desk stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a sweeping view of the city. There was a meeting area to one side, shelves along the opposite wall, and enough space to work without feeling boxed in. 

I walked towards the windows, taking it all in. “So,” Kent asked, “what do you think?” I turned to him with a smile. “I think Grandmother has officially made it impossible for me to claim I 

have nowhere to work.” 

He chuckled. “She seems determined to see you succeed.” 

That thought warmed me more than I cared to admit. Amelia had never been a woman to hand out opportunities without expecting results. If she had entrusted me with this position, she believed I could handle it. Now I had to prove her right. 

We spent the next hour going through my schedule and discussing the immediate priorities. Kent explained which meetings required my attention and which documents I needed to review before the week was over. 

By the time we finished, my initial nervousness had given way to determination. There was a great deal to learn, but I was ready. 

Around noon, Kent checked his watch, “Would you like to have lunch before we continue?” 

“Absolutely. My brain needs food before you introduce me to another department.” 

He laughed, then gathered a folder from the desk. “There’s one more thing. I received a résumé from a candidate I think you should consider. If you’re going to build your own 

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management team, you’ll need dependable people around you.” 

accepted the document. “Have you interviewed the candidate?” 

“Not personally, but the qualifications look promising. I thought you could review the résumé first, and we can arrange an interview if you’re interested.” 

“Good thinking. I’ll look through it.” 

We left the office together and headed towards the elevators. By the time we reached the ground floor, I had started scanning the résumé, paying attention to the candidate’s experience and qualifications. 

Kent held the entrance open for me, and we stepped outside the Whitmore Group headquarters. I was halfway through the second page when I sensed someone watching 

The feeling was so distinct that I lifted my head. And froze. Julian stood near the entrance, his attention fixed on me. 

For a moment, neither of us moved. His gaze travelled over my corporate outfit before shifting to the document in my hand. Then he looked beyond me, at the name displayed prominently across the building’s façade. WHITMORE GROUP. 

The colour seemed to drain from his face. My fingers tightened around the résumé. Oh, no. Had Julian finally discovered who I really was? 

Julian’s POV 

I had come to Whitmore Group to pursue a business opportunity that could prove valuable to Blackwell Group. It was an important meeting, and I intended to make a good impression. I never expected to see Camila there. 

The moment she emerged from the building, the previous night’s humiliation came rushing back. I remembered finding her in the club, sitting on Roman’s lap and kissing him as though the rest of the world didn’t exist. Worse, she had looked me in the eye and called herself my sister-in-law. My face grew pale. What was she doing at Whitmore Group? 

I had spent the better part of the night trying to erase that scene from my mind. After leaving the club in a rage, I’d gone drinking and continued until I could barely stand. By the time I stumbled home, the smell of alcohol was all over me. Vivienne was still awake when I arrived. She stood waiting in a lace nightdress, her arms folded. 

“You said you were working late,” she remarked. 

I had neither the patience nor the inclination to explain myself. All I could think about was Camila in Roman’s arms.,”Not now, Vivienne.” 

I tried to walk past her, but she moved into my path. 

“What’s wrong with you? Where have you been all night?” 

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“Get out of my way..” 

She stared at me in disbelief. “Excuse me?” 

“I said go away, Vivienne!” I pushed past her and left her standing there. I didn’t care about her questions or her displeasure. My mind was consumed by Camila, and no amount of drinking had helped me forget what I’d seen. 

How could she move on so quickly? Had I meant so little to her that she could throw herself into another man’s arms without a second thought? And why Roman? Of all the men in the world, she had chosen my devilish half-brother. The thought was unbearable. 

Now, seeing her outside Whitmore Group, I couldn’t help wondering what she was doing there. Had she come to look for another wealthy wolf? Before I could decide whether to approach her, she glanced at me and turned away. 

“Camila!” I hurried after her and stepped into her path. 

She looked at me briefly. There was no warmth in her eyes, no curiosity about why I was there. She seemed annoyed that I had interrupted her. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked. 

“That’s none of your business. Let me pass.” 

She attempted to walk around me, but I moved in front of her again. 

My gaze fell on the document in her hand. It looked like a résumé. 

A possibility occurred to me. Was she looking for a job? 

I studied her for a moment before speaking. “Are you here to apply for a position?” 

She didn’t answer. Instead, she gave me another impatient look. 

I took her silence as an opportunity to lecture her. “Camila, you need to be realistic. 

Whitmore Group is a major company. You can’t simply walk in here expecting to land a job without the right qualifications. You didn’t even attend college. Why put yourself in an embarrassing situation?” 

The man standing beside her suddenly stiffened. A few employees within earshot also turned to look at me. I noticed their reactions. Was I causing a scene? 

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