Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 39 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 39

Chapter 39 

Vivienne’s POV Post 

I sat at the head of the table, studying the race registration details while my hired driver waited across from me. 

“I want that Lamborghini Revuelto,” I said, tapping the prize information with one manicured finger. “I wouldn’t go there just to watch some nobody drive away with what should be mine. You will win. I don’t care what you have to do to make that happen.” 

My driver straightened. “Understood.” 

“Good. I despise repeating myself, and I have absolutely no patience for failure. If you can’t handle the competition, tell me now so I can find someone who can.” 

He lowered his head. “I won’t disappoint you.” “You’d better not.” 

Aria, seated beside me, had been listening with growing excitement. “Vivienne, can I come with you? I’ve never attended a race like this. I want to see the cars and the drivers.” 

I gave her a measured look. “You may come. Just remember to keep your excitement under control. I won’t have you making a spectacle of yourself.” 

She nodded eagerly. I leaned back, imagining the moment I’d take possession of that Lamborghini. The roar of the engine, the cameras, the attention-all of it would be worth it. I had no intention of leaving empty-handed. 

The past few days had been an insult to my patience. Camila Hart had embarrassed me more than twice, and I was sick of watching her walk away as though she had somehow won. She had mistaken my restraint for weakness. That was a mistake she would 

eventually regret. 

People like Camila needed to be reminded of their place. They became far too comfortable when nobody put them in check. 

This race was going to be my victory, and I intended to make the most of it. How I wished she would be there. 

I glanced down at the entry list, completely at ease. Camila Hart? At an elite racing tournament? I almost scoffed. The woman barely belonged in the rooms she had recently started walking into. The idea that she could compete against experienced racers was laughable. She might know how to drive from one place to another, but handling a high- performance car at racing speed was an entirely different matter. 

Besides, someone like her wouldn’t even know how to get into a tournament of this calibre, let alone earn a place among its competitors. No. I wasn’t worried about Camila. 

I had a race to win, a car to claim, and a reputation to protect. If anyone dared stand in my 

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way, they would learn exactly why crossing me was a terrible idea. 

Camila’s POV 

Anabela woke me up early that morning, barely giving me time to finish dressing before she dragged me out for the race. 

“You’d better not complain when you see what I’ve brought you to witness,” she said, practically skipping beside me. 

I shook my head. “You make it sound like we’re going to witness a royal execution.” 

“Better. We’re going to watch the best drivers from different packs fight for glory. And you’re going to win me a Lamborghini.” 

I laughed at her confidence. The racing grounds lay beyond the busy settlements, on the outskirts of one of the realm’s major cities. It was a vast, enclosed arena built specifically for high-speed competitions between packs. Towering stone walls surrounded the grounds, reinforced with protective barriers and enchanted shields to contain the force of powerful engines and prevent accidents from spilling into the spectator stands. 

The track itself was enormous. Sharp bends, steep ramps, narrow passages, and dangerous obstacles had been built into the course. One wrong turn could cost a driver the race. A reckless move could leave a car wrecked against the barriers. 

Above the arena, the banners of participating packs fluttered in the morning breeze. Their crests and colours marked their territories, while spectators filled the stands, cheering for their favourites. Pack members had travelled from different corners of the realm to witness the competition. 

The atmosphere was charged with excitement and rivalry. The sound of revving engines rolled across the grounds. Cars gleamed beneath the morning light as mechanics made final checks and drivers tested their engines. The sharp scent of fuel mingled with the restless energy of hundreds of wolves gathered in one place. 

Anabela was in her element. She knew enough about racing to recognise several teams, and she kept pointing out cars and discussing their strengths as we made our way towards the competitors’ area. Then she stopped so abruptly that I nearly bumped into her. Her eyes had fixed on the emblem displayed on a black racing car. 

“Wait a minute.” She leaned forward, staring at it. “That can’t be right.” 

“What is it?” 

She grabbed my arm, her excitement rising. “That’s the team everyone has been talking about! They’re the strongest rising team in the realm. They’ve dominated the racing scene for the last two years, and their captain is supposed to be a complete monster behind the wheel.” 

I glanced at the car. Several crew members stood around it, their uniforms bearing the same emblem. 

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“What’s so special about their captain?” 

“Everything!” Anabela exclaimed. “They say he can handle any car and any track. He doesn’t panic under pressure, and he never gives his rivals a second chance. And guess who’s backing the team?” 

I waited. “The Laurent family.” 

My expression changed slightly. “Vivienne’s family?” 

“The very same.” Anabela looked around, suddenly more alert. “Do you think she’ll be bere?” 

I shrugged. “Why wouldn’t she be?” 

“Because if she is, I don’t want her to win.” Her answer came so quickly that I couldn’t help laughing. 

“Anabela, you haven’t even seen the other competitors yet.” 

“I don’t need to. I know what I want, and I know what I don’t want. Vivienne walking away with a victory would ruin my entire day.” 

“You really should find a hobby.” 

“This is my hobby.”: 

Before I could tease her further, she spotted the grand prize displayed near the centre of the arena. Her mouth fell open. 

A fiery red Lamborghini Revuelto stood on a raised platform, its sleek body gleaming beneath the lights. Its aggressive design made it look ready to tear across the track even while standing still. Several spectators had gathered around the display, admiring the car. 

A large board beside it announced that it would go to the overall winner. 

Anabela clutched my arm. “Camila! Look at that car!” 

“I can see it.” 

“No, you don’t understand. Look at it properly!” 

I gave the vehicle another glance. “It’s beautiful. Happy now?” 

“Happy? I’ll be ecstatic when it’s mine.” She smiled as though the matter had already been settled. “You’re going to win it for me.” 

I stared at her. “Have you forgotten that I’m the one who has to drive?” 

‘And have you forgotten that you’re the best driver I know?” 

“That doesn’t mean I can guarantee a win.” 

“Then don’t guarantee it. Just win.” 

I burst out laughing at her shamelessness. She joined in, but her expression quickly turned pleading. “Please, Camila. You know I can’t drive like you. If I could, I’d enter myself. But 

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that car is too gorgeous to leave here with someone else.” 

looked at the Lamborghini again. The challenge was tempting. More than tempting, actually. Something inside me stirred at the sight of the track, the powerful engines, and the drivers preparing to compete. It reminded me of a part of myself I’d deliberately set aside. 

I had once lived for moments like this-the rush of speed, the precision of every turn, the split-second decisions that separated a winner from everyone else. I missed it more than I cared to admit. 

“All right,” I said at last. “I’ll do my best.” 

Anabela squealed and threw her arms around me. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me!” 

“Don’t get too excited. I haven’t won anything yet.” 

“I have faith in you.” 

“You have faith in the car you’ll be driving home in.” 

“Same thing!” 

I laughed and headed towards the competitors’ preparation area before she could make any more demands. 

The atmosphere backstage was even more intense. Drivers from different packs gathered around their vehicles, some studying the course map while others discussed strategy with their crews. Pack emblems were displayed on racing suits and jackets. Every now and then, rival teams exchanged hard looks, making it clear that old feuds and competitive grudges had followed them into the arena. 

I kept my attention on the task ahead. Anabela followed me into the changing area, still talking excitedly about the teams she’d recognised. She wasn’t a terrible driver herself, but she knew perfectly well that there was a difference between being able to drive and being able to compete at this level. 

Once I had changed into my racing suit, she went quiet. I glanced at her. “What now?” 

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