Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 32 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 32

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Chapter 32 

Julian’s POV Post 

“If you need a job, you can come to Blackwell Group,” I told her. “I’m managing projects there now. I can speak to the right people and arrange something for you. Perhaps an assistant position to start with.” 

The man beside her looked at me as though I had just said something outrageous. His expression was enough to irritate me, but I ignored him. I was offering Camila help, and couldn’t understand why everyone seemed determined to make an issue of it. 

Camila, however, looked thoroughly unimpressed. “I told you to move.” 

“I’m trying to help you!” I shot back. “Must you turn everything into an argument? I’m giving you an opportunity, and you’re acting as though I’ve offended you.” 

“I didn’t ask you for anything.” 

“Then stop behaving as if you’re too good for help.” My voice grew sharper. “What makes you think Whitmore Group will hire you? Because you’re pretty? That’s not enough to get you everywhere, Camila.” 

Her fingers tightened around the résumé. I should have let her walk away. But her indifference, coming so soon after what I’d witnessed at the club, was getting under my skin. I couldn’t stand the thought that she could dismiss me so easily and carry on with her life while I was still tormented by the sight of her with Roman. 

My gaze shifted to the man beside her. “Or is he the reason you’re here?” I asked. 

Camila’s eyes flashed. I took that reaction as a challenge. 

“Yesterday, it was Roman. Today, it’s this man. You’ve certainly changed. How many men are you sleeping with now?” 

“Watch your mouth, Julian.” 

Her warning should have been enough. Instead, my jealousy sharpened into resentment. 

“Why? Did I say something you don’t want people to hear? Tell me, how did you get into this building? Did you charm someone into letting you through the door?” 

The man beside her had gone completely still. The employees nearby were watching us openly now, but my pride wouldn’t allow me to back down. I had been humiliated at the club, and I was determined not to let Camila make me feel insignificant again. 

“What else do you have to offer, anyway?” I demanded. “If you can’t get by on qualifications or experience, what are you relying on? Your looks? Your body? Is that all you’re good for?” 

Camila stared at me, her face hardening with every word. Yet I was too angry to stop. 

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“What makes you any different from a-” 

SMACK! Her palm struck my cheek before I could finish. The sharp sound echoed through the Tobby. The slap landed so hard that my head jerked to the side. 

For a moment, I couldn’t hear anything. I stood frozen, one hand slowly rising to my burning face. And I could only stare at her in disbelief. 

The people around us had gone quiet, and the sting spreading across my cheek made it difficult to believe Camila had actually struck me. The woman staring at me looked at me with nothing but contempt. 

“I must have been blind when I met you.” she said coldly. Her words hurt more than the slap. Before I could respond, she turned and walked away with the man beside her. 

I reached for her arm, but the man stepped between us, blocking my path. “Control yourself,” 

he said, his voice hard. “This is Whitmore Group, and not your packhouse.” 

I glared at him. Who did he think he was to stand in my way? 

“Stay out of this. Camila is my girlfriend. She’ll come back to me whether you like it or not.” 

He gave me a dismissive look, as though I weren’t worth the effort of an argument. “You’re not even qualified to be her errand boy.” 

My face burned with humiliation. Before I could put him in his place, he took out his phone, dialed a number and muttered something. I had no idea who he was contacting, but the cold expression on his face told me he wasn’t finished with me. 

He slipped his phone away and followed Camila. I stood there, watching them disappear into the building. So the man worked at Whitmore Group. That explained his confidence, but it didn’t explain why Camila was so comfortable with him. Had she already found someone else to cling to? 

My hands curled into fists. If she was using men to get ahead, what made her any better than me? I’d married Vivienne because the union benefited my family and strengthened my position. I had never pretended otherwise. Wasn’t Camila doing the same thing now? 

Perhaps Roman could offer her something I couldn’t. Perhaps this man had something she wanted, too. Then why was she acting so innocent? Why was she looking at me as if I were the only person who had ever done anything wrong? 

My jaw tightened, She had no right to make me feel like a worthless man when she was busy moving from one man to another. I refused to accept that this was the end of our story, Camila would come back. She might be angry now, and she might think she had found someone better, but I knew her. At least, I believed I did. Eventually, she would realise that she couldn’t erase everything we’d shared. 

She would regret treating me this way. 

I was so absorbed in that thought that I failed to notice the men approaching behind me. 

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Something suddenly dropped over my head. 

rough sack covered my face, plunging me into darkness. 

“What the hell?” I shouted, stumbling as I tried to pull it off. Before I could free myself several hands seized my arms. 

“Who are you people? Let me go!” I struggled against their grip. “I’m Julian Blackwell Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with? Touch me, and you’ll regret it!” 

A man gave a short, humourless laugh., “We know exactly who you are.” 

They dragged me away before I could get my bearings. I kicked and fought, demanding to be released, but their grip only tightened. A moment later, I was hauled into what felt like narrow side alley. 

Then the first blow landed. Pain exploded across my ribs. Another strike caught me in the stomach, forcing the air from my lungs. I tried to shield myself, but then came at me from every direction. 

I couldn’t see their faces through the sack. I couldn’t tell how many of them there were, and every attempt to fight back earned me another blow. 

“Wait!” I gasped, stumbling under another strike. “What do you want? I’ll pay you!” 

No one answered. The beating continued, swift and merciless. By the time they finally stopped, I could barely move. 

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