Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 36 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 36

Chapter 36 

Camila’s POV Post 

returned to my meal, determined not to give him another reaction. 

The rest of dinner was uncomfortable. Every time I spoke to my assistant, I could fee Roman’s attention on us. He didn’t interrupt every conversation, but his silent scrutiny was almost worse than his teasing. 

By the time we finished eating, my patience had worn thin. I rose from my chair and picked up my bag. “It’s getting late. Kent, I should go.” 

He stood. “I’ll drive you home.” 

“Thank you. That would be fine.” 

We were about to leave when Alpha Roman rose too. “Mind if I join you?” 

I turned to him slowly. “What happened to your driver?” 

“He’s unavailable.” 

“Then call another one.” 

“My car isn’t available either.” 

I stared at him, wondering how a man with his resources could deliver such an 

unconvincing excuse without the slightest embarrassment. “How unfortunate for you.” 

“Very.” He slipped his hands into his pockets. “So, can I come with you?” 

“No.” 

His eyebrows rose. “You’re not even going to pretend to consider it?” 

“Why waste both our time?” 

He gave a low chuckle. “What are you afraid of? That I’ll ruin your evening with your 

“I’m afraid you’ll ruin my evening, full stop.” 

man?” 

His smile widened. Any sensible man would have accepted the rejection and ordered a car. Alpha Blackwell seemed to regard every boundary I set as an invitation to challenge him. 

“So you want me to step aside and let you enjoy some privacy with him?” His voice lost some of its playful warmth. “That’s rather convenient. But if you intend to play games with me, perhaps I should stay close enough to see how they end.” 

My grip tightened around my bag. “I’m not playing games with you.” 

He stepped closer, his imposing presence making the space between us feel smaller. “I’ve already told you that if my sister-in-law needs anything, she can come to me. I don’t remember giving her permission to start shopping around.” 

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For a second, I couldn’t believe what I’d heard. “Permission?” I repeated. “Did you just suggest that I need your permission to associate with other people?” 

He held my gaze without answering. My anger flared, but I knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted an argument, and he would happily keep pushing until I gave him one. I refused to create a scene in front of Kent. 

Turning to Kent, I forced myself to speak calmly. “You go ahead. Alpha Blackwell can take me home.” 

Kent looked between us, clearly unconvinced. “Are you certain?” 

“Yes. I’ll be fine.” 

He hesitated before addressing Alpha Blackwell. “Please make sure she gets home safely 

I nearly rolled my eyes. I was perfectly capable of looking after myself, but I appreciated his 

concern. 

“I will,” Alpha Blackwell replied. 

Kent gave me one final, searching look. “Call me if you need anything.” 

“I will. Goodnight.” 

He left, and I watched him go before turning back to the man who had managed to turn an already disappointing evening into a complete ordeal. 

The moment Kent left, Roman turned to me with a knowing smirk. 

“You’ve wasted no time moving on.” 

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Kent was like family but Roman didn’t need to know that. Why should I explain anything to him? Let him draw his own conclusions. Perhaps it would finally teach him to mind his business. 

“What’s wrong with admiring a handsome man?” I asked lightly. “But aren’t you a little too invested in my affairs? Your actual sister-in-law is Vivienne. Why don’t you concern yourself with her and Julian before they bring further embarrassment to the Blackwell family?” 

His amusement faded, and his eyes narrowed. “What’s the matter, Camila? Does my interference bother you that much, or are you upset that you’re no longer my sister-in-law?” 

I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“I’ve been told.” 

“I’m going home. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” 

I turned towards the exit, but he caught up with me in a few long strides. “I told you I’d drive you.” 

“And I never agreed.” 

He nodded towards the curb. “If I let you leave alone, your little boyfriend might decide to 

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come after me with a knife. Get in.” 

followed his gaze and I spotted a brand-new Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge waiting by the roadside, its powerful engine purring softly. I turned back to him. “I thought your car was in the repair shop and your driver was not available?” 

“Who told you I own only one car and employ only one driver?” 

I pressed my lips together. Annoying, but fair. “I’ll take a cab.” 

I barely had time to step away before Roman caught me around the waist and steered me towards the vehicle. “There’s no need to be shy around me, sister-in-law.” 

“Roman! Let go of me!” 

Instead of answering, he opened the rear door and ushered me inside before following me in. “Drive,” he instructed. 

The vehicle pulled away from the curb. Roman turned towards me. “He needs your address. 

I froze. There was no way I could give him Silver Lake Castle address. And I couldn’t possibly go back to the apartment Julian had rented for me. I already moved my stuff out of there. 

“What’s wrong?” Roman asked. “Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly become homeless. Or would you prefer spending the night at my place?” 

“Absolutely not!” 

I quickly gave him Anabela’s address and pulled out my phone to message her. She replied almost immediately, telling me it was okay. 

When the Rolls Royce stopped outside her place, I was out of the vehicle before the driver could open my door. 

“Thank you for the ride, Alpha Blackwell. Goodbye.” Without waiting for his response, I hurried towards the entrance, determined to get inside before he could come up with another ridiculous plan of taking me to his bed. 

Roman’s POV 

I watched Camila disappear into the building, a low chuckle escaping me. Was she really so desperate to get away from me? 

My phone vibrated. Elis had sent a message. 

‘Alpha, we’ve found very little reliable information about Camila Hart. Several records relating to her past, especially the period when she was involved with Julian, appear to be fabricated. Someone has deliberately erased parts of her history.’ 

My smile slowly faded. Camila clearly didn’t want anyone discovering who she really was. But what exactly was she hiding? 

Could Camila Hart actually be Evelyn Whitmore, the elusive heiress? 

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I had no solid evidence to prove it, but the possibility was becoming increasingly difficult to dismiss. If my suspicion turned out to be correct, Julian had no idea what he’d lost. 

Discovering that the woman he’d discarded was the very heiress others could only hope to meet would be a bitter pill for him to swallow. 

The thought pleased me more than it should have. I could already imagine his face when the truth finally came out. Julian had made his choice, and I would enjoy watching him wie with 

the consequences. 

Another message from Elis appeared. ‘Would you like me to continue looking into Cala? I considered it before replying. ‘No. That’s enough for now.’ 

If Camila was hiding something, I would uncover it in due time. There was no need to rush had barely put my phone away when a message from Marcus arrived. 

‘There’s a race tomorrow night. Are you joining us?’ 

I replied without much thought. ‘I’m busy.’ 

His answer came almost immediately. ‘What? You told me you’d come!’ 

‘I said I’d think about it. That’s not the same as agreeing.’ 

Marcus wasn’t ready to let the matter go. ‘Don’t do this to me, Roman. Julian will be there, too. Apparently, he’s been losing every competition he’s entered lately and thinks he can finally turn things around on the track.’ 

I stared at the screen, my interest stirring. Julian’s bruised pride was hardly my concern, but the prospect of watching him struggle to recover his reputation was tempting. If he was so desperate to prove himself, tomorrow night might offer him another opportunity to fail. 

A slow smile crossed my face. Perhaps I could make time for the race after all. I typed a short reply to Marcus. ‘Send me the address.’ 

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