Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 38 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 38

Chapter 38 

Camila’s POV Post 

“Nothing is wrong with it. That’s the problem!” She threw her hands up. “I’ve been working on these designs for weeks, and now you come along and make them look as though they were created specifically for you.” 

I laughed and turned towards the mirror. “Perhaps you’re just a very good designer.” 

“I am a very good designer, thank you. But even I know when something is unfair.” She pointed at my reflection. “I had a professional model try that dress earlier. It looked good, but something was missing. On you, everything falls into place.” 

“You keep praising me like this, and I might start taking you seriously.” 

“Please do. I need you to understand your potential.” 

I raised an eyebrow. “Potential for what?” 

“To become the face of my designs, obviously. Imagine you modelling for me full-time. I’d be unstoppable.” 

“You’re already impossible to deal with.” 

“And talented. Don’t forget talented.” 

I burst out laughing. “Fine. If you ever desperately need me for a show, I’ll consider it. But I’ll need to practise first. I’m not going to embarrass you by tripping over my own feet in front of an audience.” 

Anabela clapped her hands as though I’d just signed a million-dollar contract. “Agreed! I’ll hold you to that.” 

“Don’t get too excited. I said I’d practise, not that I’ve agreed to become your model.” 

“Details, Camila. We’ll negotiate the details later.” 

I shook my head, laughing at her enthusiasm. For all her teasing, I knew how much her work meant to her. If helping her meant stepping outside my comfort zone one day, I wouldn’t rule it out. 

By the time we finally put the dresses away, the evening had slipped by. I showered and changed into a fresh pair of pajamas before settling into bed. 

While she returned to her sketches, I picked up my phone and began searching for apartments. I needed a place of my own, and soon. I didn’t always have to go home to 

Silver Lake. Privacy and security mattered more to me than flashy interiors or a prestigious address. 

I made a mental note to ask Kent to help me find somewhere suitable. 

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Anabela climbed into bed beside me, her damp hair falling over her shoulders. She glanced at the phone in my hand, then at the pile of apartment listings on the screen. 

You’re going to give yourself a headache if you keep staring at those reports and listings The weekend is almost here, Camila. You need a break.” 

I didn’t look up. “And what exactly do you suggest I do with 

“Go racing with me.” 

My thumb stopped scrolling. I turned to face her. “Racing?” 

my 

free time?” 

Her eyes lit up. “There’s a tournament this weekend. The winner gets a brand-new Lamborghini Revuelto, and that car is gorgeous. I want it badly!” 

“Then why don’t you enter?” 

Anabela looked at me as though I’d suggested she jump off a bridge. 

“With my driving skills? Do you want to see me on that ridiculous global news channel? Because that’s exactly how I’d end up there.” 

I burst out laughing. “At least you know your limitations.” 

“Very funny.” She caught my arm and gave it a pleading shake. “Come on, Camila. Please enter for me. You win the car, and I’ll be the happiest woman alive.” 

“I’ve barely had time to breathe this week. You expect me to spend my weekend on a 

racetrack?” 

“You’ve spent the past few weeks buried in Whitmore Group’s business affairs. If you don’t take a break, you may break down.” 

I opened my mouth to argue, but she wasn’t finished. “Besides, don’t pretend you’ve forgotten what happened three years ago.” 

I rolled my eyes. Anabela’s grin widened as she settled against her pillow. “Remember that tournament we sneaked into? The one where you registered under that ridiculous fake name and left all those professional drivers eating your dust?” 

I groaned and covered my face with a pillow. “Must you bring that up?” 

“Oh, absolutely! You won first place, Camila. First place! Those men had been boasting about their driving skills all day, and then you came along and humiliated them without breaking a sweat,” 

“I didn’t humiliate anyone,” 

“You overtook half the competitors on the final lap!” 

“They left openings. I took them.” 

“Listen to her!” Anabela threw her hands up. “And whatever happened to that sports car you won?” 

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“I sold it.” 

“You sold it!” She stared at me in disbelief, as though I had confessed to a terrible crime. 

You won a limited-edition car and sold it as if it were an old handbag you no longer needed.” 

“What was I supposed to do with it? The race was a secret secret remember?” 

“You could have given it to me.” 

I laughed. “You would have driven it straight into a wall.” 

“Camila!” 

“All right, all right.” 

She folded her arms, but her smile soon returned. Then her expression shifted, curiosity replacing her excitement. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to ask you.” 

I glanced at her. “What?” 

“How did you learn to race like that? You weren’t just good. You drove as if you’d been doing it your entire life.” 

For a moment, I considered brushing off the question. But Anabela wouldn’t drop it. I knew her that well. I sighed and settled more comfortably against the headboard. 

“It started when I was younger. At the castle, I used to sneak away whenever I could.” 

Her eyebrows rose. “Sneak away to do what to race?” 

“Yes.” 

She sat up straighter. “Wait. You mean you were already racing before we went to that 

tournament?” 

I nodded. “Whenever I could get away without anyone noticing, I’d find a way to practise. I loved the speed, the challenge, the feeling of being completely in control of the car. It was the one thing that made me forget my parents’ death and everything else for a while.” 

“And your grandmother?” Anabela asked cautiously. 

I gave her a pointed look. “Amelia would never have approved. She had plans for me, expectations I was supposed to live up to. If she’d discovered that I was sneaking away to race cars, she’d have put an end to it immediately.” 

“So you kept it secret?” 

“Of course, I became very good at finding excuses for where I’d been.” 

Anabela shook her head, half impressed and half horrified. 

“And you continued doing it at university?” 

“Whenever I could.” I smiled faintly at the memory. “I’d attend my lectures, take care of my 

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responsibilities, and then find time to race. I was careful not to let my grandmother find out. The last thing I wanted was for someone to report my activities to her.” 

“Evelyn Whitmore, the respectable heiress, living a secret life as a street racer among other talents.” Anabela pressed a hand to her chest. “I don’t know whether to admire you or report you.” 

“Try doing neither.” 

She burst into laughter. Then, as though remembering why she’d brought up the subject in the first place, she grabbed my hand again. 

“Which is exactly why you have to enter this weekend’s tournament. You’re already a pro, you’ve won before, and the prize is magnificent. What more do you need?” 

“A miracle, perhaps. Something to convince me that spending my weekend with you at a racetrack is a good idea.” 

“Your best friend is asking for your help. Isn’t that reason enough?” 

I looked at her hopeful face and shook my head. “You’re impossible, Bella.” 

“And you love me.” 

Unfortunately, she was right. I let out a long sigh. “Fine. I’ll enter the tournament. But I’m doing it for you, not because I care about the car.” 

Anabela squealed and threw both arms around me. “I knew you’d agree! I love you!” 

“You love the car.” 

“I can love you both.” 

I laughed and pushed her away gently before reaching for my phone to switch it off. The thought of racing was a distraction I would allow myself for the weekend and from the 

Blackwells. 

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