Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 37 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 37

Chapter 37 

Camila’s POV Post 

When I walked upstairs, I found Anabela hunched over her desk, busy sketching what looked like a new clothing design. 

She glanced up at the sound of my footsteps. The moment she recognised me, a mischievous smile spread across her face. 

“Hold on a minute. Who was that man dropping you off?” 

I stopped in my tracks. “Were you spying on me?” 

“Spying?” She placed a hand on her chest, pretending to be offended. “I was admiring the view from my window when a tall, ridiculously handsome man pulled up in an expensive car. Then you practically glided out of it. Naturally, I had questions.” 

I sighed and dropped my bag onto the sofa. “It was Alpha Roman.” 

Anabela’s pencil slipped from her hand and rolled across the desk. 

“Roman Blackwell?” 

“Yes, Anabela. Roman. Julian’s half-brother. Now pick up your pencil before you lose that brilliant design of yours.” 

She ignored the pencil completely. Pushing her sketches aside, she leaned towards me with the intensity of a detective who had just uncovered a major scandal. “Girl, what exactly is happening between you and that man?” 

“Nothing is happening. We ran into each other, and he gave me a ride. End of story.” 

She blinked at me. “That’s the whole story?” 

“Would you like me to write you a report?” 

“Don’t get smart with me.” She pointed a finger at me. “Did he try anything? Was he trying to get you into bed again?” 

I reached across the desk and tapped her forehead. “Is that the only place your mind knows how to travel?” 

“Excuse me! I’m simply connecting the dots.” She spread her hands as if presenting an obvious case, “He’s gorgeous, you’re gorgeous, and the tension between you two could power an entire city. What exactly am I supposed to conclude?” 

“Nothing, because there are no dots to connect.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.” 

I shook my head and went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. 

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“We are not involved, Anabela.” 

“Of course not. Two attractive adults spending time together at a nightclub’s private suite and today all alone in a car. I’m sure you were discussing the national budget.” 

I nearly choked on my water. “You need help.” 

“And you need to stop pretending you don’t feel anything for that man.” 

I set my bottle down and gave her a pointed look. “You sound like an expert on these things. Since you know so much, why haven’t you found yourself a man?” 

Her expression changed immediately. “Wow. That was unnecessarily personal.” 

“I’m only asking a question.” 

She lifted her chin with exaggerated dignity. “I’m selective. Most men don’t interest me. The thought of kissing some of them is enough to make me want to call my lawyer.” 

I burst out laughing. “Your lawyer? For what offence?” 

“Emotional distress. Unwanted romantic advances. Assault on my senses. Take your pick.” 

“You are unbelievable.” 

“No, darling. I have standards.” She returned to her sketches, still muttering about how difficult it was to find a man worth her time. I tried to concentrate on my water, but my thoughts strayed. 

Roman’s handsome face appeared in my mind without permission. 

I could picture clearly those dark, penetrating eyes. The effortless confidence with which he carried himself, as though the world had been designed to crown him. His formidable aura and that faint, earthy wolfberry scent that seemed to linger around him, stirring my wolf even when she’d been suppressed. 

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice Anabela had stopped talking. She snapped her fingers in front of my face. 

“Hello? Moon to Camila!” 

I blinked. “What?” 

Her eyes narrowed, then suddenly widened as she studied me. 

“Oh, my goodness.” 

“What now?” 

“You’re blushing!” 

“I am not.” 

“You absolutely are.” She sprang out of her chair, looking delighted with herself. “Look at you! You’re thinking about Alpha Roman, aren’t you?” 

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I grabbed my bottle again, hoping the cold water would somehow cool my face. “I’m thinking about how irritating you are.” 

ar! If the thought of getting intimate with that man doesn’t make you want to run in the opposite direction, then you’ve fallen for him.” 

I lowered my bottle and stared at her. “Since when did physical attraction become love?” 

“It’s as obvious as the day.” She moved closer. “I’m talking about the way your entire face changes whenever I mention him.” 

“Nothing is going on between us,” I insisted. “There’s chemistry, perhaps. Mutual attraction. Whatever you want to call it. But it’s nothing serious, so can we please drop the subject?” 

Anabela’s grin returned with full force. “Mutual attraction?” she repeated slowly. “Listen to yourself! You sound like you’re negotiating a business partnership.” 

“At least I know how to negotiate. You sound like a gossip columnist who needs a new story.” 

She laughed so hard she had to lean against her desk. I grabbed my bag and headed towards the wardrobe, determined to put an end to the interrogation. 

My cheeks were still warm, and that only annoyed me more. 

I was a grown woman. I knew what attraction was, and I certainly wasn’t some inexperienced girl who lost her composure over a handsome man. So why did Roman have a pull on my wolf? 

After finishing my water, I noticed several dresses hanging on a rack beside Anabela’s workstation. I walked over for a closer look. “Are these new designs?” 

Her face lit up instantly. “Yes! They’re for an upcoming runway show. I’m still working on a few details, though.” 

I examined the dresses, admiring their elegant cuts and beautiful finishing. “They’re lovely, Bella,” 

“Lovely?” She looked offended. “They’re spectacular. And they’d look even more 

spectacular on you,” 

Before I could ask what she meant, she pulled a dress from the rack and held it against me. “Try this one.” 

I stared at her. “Why me? I’m not a model.” 

Anabela gave me a look that suggested I’d just said something ridiculous. “Models get paid to look beautiful. You do it without even trying. It’s honestly unfair to the rest of us.” 

“Bella, don’t start.” 

“I’m not starting anything. Take the dress and go change.” 

I opened my mouth to protest, but she had already thrust the dress into my hands and 

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pointed me towards the changing area. That was how I found myself spending the next hour being paraded in front of her like a mannequin at a fashion exhibition. 

Every time I changed, Anabela insisted on another outfit. There was a fitted evening gown, a sleek dress with an asymmetrical neckline, and another with a daring slit that made me stare at my reflection twice. The annoying part was that the clothes really did look good on me. Each design seemed to fall naturally into place, accentuating my waist and making my long legs look even longer. The fabrics moved beautifully whenever I turned, and the cuts flattered my figure without making me feel uncomfortable. 

When I stepped out in the next dress, Anabela slowly circled me, examining every angle. “Absolutely not.” 

I frowned. “What’s wrong with it?” 

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