Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 4 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 4

Chapter 4 

Camila’s POV Post 

His raised voice had drawn the attention of several store attendants. They lingered near the racks, openly watching us. The moment Julian noticed, his expression hardened. Without a word he seized my wrist and dragged me deeper into the shop, past the displays and into a narrow back room. The door swung shut behind us. In the next breath he had me pinned against the wall, one hand braced beside my head, his body caging me in. 

“Why the hell do you smell like him?” His voice was low this time and lethal. “Roman. My half-brother. You reek of him, Camilla. Did you let him put his hands on you? Did you spread your legs for him?” 

My pulse slammed against my throat. “Get away from me.” 

“Answer the question.” His free hand gripped my chin, forcing my face up. “Was it a one- time fuck, or are you planning to keep crawling into his bed? Tell me the truth before I lose what’s left of my patience.” 

I shoved at his chest and pushed away from the wall. “You lost the right to demand anything from me the night you marked someone else.” 

His nostrils flared. “You’re still my-Was this why you rejected me?” 

I blinked. “What?” 

“Roman.” His voice dropped. “Was he the reason you suddenly decided you didn’t want me?” 

A bitter smile touched my lips. So that was it. This wasn’t about jealousy. His pride was bleeding. Julian Blackwell couldn’t stand the thought of me with the brother he hated most. 

“You really think everything is about you, don’t you?” 

His grip tightened again. “Don’t play games with me, Camila.” 

“We are done, Julian. Let me go. “I don’t owe you any explanation over what I do with myself.” 

His eyes flashed. “You’re deliberately doing this to spite me.” 

I stared at him. “You marked Vivienne. You made your choice.” 

“I had my reasons,” 

“Then stick to it and stay away from me!” 

His expression hardened. “It’s not that simple. I still love you Camila, you are still mine.” 

“And I’ve rejected you, Julian. Stay the hell away from me!” I pushed past him and walked out of the inner room as fast as I could, He followed close behind. 

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“You don’t understand what happened.” 

“I understand perfectly.” 

“Our situation was complicated.” 

I let out a short, humorless laugh. “No, Julian. You made it complicated because you wanted everything. You wanted Vivienne and the power that came with her, while keeping me waiting in the shadows.” 

His face tightened. “It’s just a political arrangement. I’ll divorce her after a while and marry you… Roman isn’t the type of wolf you should be messing with.” 

“Go to hell Julian, I’m not interested in your proposal.” He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. “You made your choice, Julian.” He grabbed my arm but I pulled it from him. “And N 

made mine.” 

Just then, heels clicked sharply against the marble. Vivienne appeared at the door of the store, all polished smiles and calculated grace. The second her perfume reached us, Julian’s 

entire body changed. The rage drained from his face. He stepped back as if I’d suddenly become unimportant, his expression sliding into cool indifference. The two-faced shift made my stomach turn. He was despicable. 

Vivienne’s eyes flicked between us, then settled on me with pure venom. She lifted her left hand, twisting the diamond so it caught the light. “Still hovering around what’s no longer yours, Camilla? How desperate. Julian is my husband now. My mate. Stop clinging to him like some discarded Omega. It’s embarrassing for everyone.” 

I met her gaze without flinching. “I’m not clinging. I don’t want what I already rejected. Keep your trash, Vivienne.” 

Her smile vanished. “What did you just say?” 

“You heard me.” I took a step forward. “He’s yours. Congratulations. Now leave me alone.” 

Vivienne lunged, hand raised to slap me across the face. 

Julian didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t even lift a finger to stop her. 

But I was fast enough to catch her wrist mid-swing, the impact jarring up my arm. For a second we stared at each other-hers wide with shock, mine cold. Then I shoved her hand aside and struck back, open palm cracking hard across her cheek. The force sent her stumbling sideways. She hit the floor with a sharp cry, the diamond ring flashing as she caught herself on one knee. 

I turned to walk away, Julian’s fingers closed around my upper arm like a vice, yanking me back so hard I nearly lost my balance. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

I tried to pull free. “Let go of me.” 

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“Not until you apologize.” 

stared at him. “For what?” 

“You dare slap my wife in my presence? Apologize,” he snarled, the Alpha edge returning now that the performance no longer mattered. “Apologize to my Luna right now, Camila. On your knees if you have to.” 

I twisted in his grip, teeth bared. “Not in your life. Let go of me-” 

He didn’t. Instead, his eyes moved over me with open contempt. 

“This is exactly why you could never fit into my world, you lack good manners and carriage.” I froze. Julian continued. “Vivienne knows how to carry herself. She understands what it means to be the Luna of the Blackwell pack.” 

His fingers tightened around my arm. “You?” He gave a humorless laugh. “You’re just some uncultured, wretched, wolf-less girl, beneath her standard.” 

The words hit harder than I expected. I yanked my arm free. “Say that again.” 

“You heard me.” His eyes were cold. “Vivienne is my wife. You were never good enough for this position.” 

My palm connected with his cheek. The crack echoed through the space. Julian’s head snapped to the side. For a second, neither of us moved. Then his face twisted with fury. 

“You-” He grabbed my wrist. 

The air shifted. Roman stepped into the hallway like a storm given form-tall, broad, the scent of earth and dominance rolling off him in waves. His dark eyes locked on Julian’s hand wrapped around my arm, and something lethal flickered across his face. 

“Let. Her. Go.” The words were quiet. Absolute. 

Julian’s grip tightened for half a second. Roman moved faster. In two strides he was between us, one hand closing around Julian’s wrist and forcing it off me with controlled strength. The other settled lightly at the small of my back, steadying me. 

“Touch her again,” Roman said, voice low and dangerous, “and I’ll make sure every wolf in this pack knows exactly what kind of wolf you really are. Try me, brother.” 

Vivienne scrambled to her feet, face flushed, one hand pressed to her cheek. “Alpha Roman, this is none of your—” 

He didn’t even look at her. His attention stayed locked on me, intensity burning in his gaze. “You okay?” 

I exhaled, the first real breath I’d taken since Julian cornered me. “I am now.” 

Roman’s fingers brushed once against my lower back-protective, possessive, silent. Then he turned fully toward Julian, shoulders squared, every inch of him daring his half-brother to make another move. 

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