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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 42 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 42

Chapter 42

Camila’s POV Post

The warning light flashed again.

I barely had time to register it before thick exhaust smoke billowed across the track ahead, swallowing the road in a grey haze. The driver in front was releasing smoke. My eyes narrowed.

The leading car suddenly released another thick cloud of exhaust, spreading smoke across the track. My eyes narrowed. So the professional racer was resorting to dirty tricks.

The smoke swallowed the road ahead, hiding the obstacles and making it almost impossible to see. Other drivers slowed down, afraid of crashing, but I kept my foot on the accelerator. I had already fought my way into second place. I wasn’t about to surrender it because someone couldn’t win fairly.

Driving nearly blind, I relied on my memory of the track and the faint markings beneath my headlights. One mistake could send me straight into a barrier, but I refused to let the smoke intimidate me.

The leading driver had made one mistake, though. He assumed I would slow down. I didn’t.

I burst through the smoke, my car shooting onto the clear stretch beyond it. The leader was still ahead, but the gap had narrowed. The finish line was approaching, and a final ramp stood between us and victory. I tightened my grip on the wheel.

The professional racer glanced into his rearview mirror. He seemed relieved to see I hadn’t attempted to overtake him. With the finish line so close, he probably believed the race was already won. Then he looked ahead again. And I made my move.

The ramp wasn’t particularly steep, and overtaking here would be almost impossible by conventional means. But I had another idea.

I pressed the accelerator to the floor. My car surged forward. At the last moment, I adjusted my angle and drove straight onto the ramp.

The wheels left the ground. For one breathless second, I was airborne, soaring over the leading car. Through my windscreen, I caught a glimpse of its roof beneath me.

Then gravity pulled me down. My tyres slammed onto the track. The impact jolted my entire body, but I held the steering wheel steady and kept the car straight. I was ahead. The finish line rushed towards me.

I accelerated once more and crossed it first. The arena erupted.

I slowed down and guided the car towards the stopping area, my heart still pounding from

the jump. The timing board confirmed my victory. Two minutes. That was all it had taken. A

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satisfied smile touched my lips. Anabela was getting her Lamborghini after all.

The professional racer crossed the line in second place, looking anything but pleased. The red sports car was still somewhere behind us. I pulled off my helmet and scanned the track, searching for Anabela. She was racing and should have been back by now.

Then I noticed a commotion near one of the bends. Officials were rushing towards the track, and the cheering in the stands gave way to anxious murmurs.

I stepped out of my car. “What happened?” I asked a nearby spectator.

“There’s been a collision,” he replied. “They’re trying to clear the track.”

My stomach tightened. Anabela was still out there. I hurried towards the gathering/crowd, my victory forgotten. Please, let her be safe.

Damon’s POV

“Have you completely lost your mind? Who slows down in the middle of a race?”

Anabela’s furious voice rang across the stopping area as she climbed out of her car. I

stepped away from my red sports car and faced her. “You smashed into me, and somehow you’ve decided I’m the one who can’t drive?”

“Because you suddenly reduced your speed! What did you expect me to do?”

“Perhaps not drive straight into my car?”

Her eyes flashed. “The track was covered in smoke! You should have known other drivers were coming up behind you!”

“And you should have known better than to ram someone because you couldn’t see!”

We were still glaring at each other when another car pulled up nearby. “Anabela?”

We both turned at the sound of the familiar voice. A woman in a racing suit that hugged her figure approached us, looking every bit like a catwoman in her sleek outfit. She lifted off her helmet and turned to Anabela. “Are you all right?”

Something about her face stirred a faint sense of recognition. I stared at her, studying her features, but the familiarity eluded me.

Where had I seen her before? I narrowed my eyes. Camila Hart.

For a moment, I genuinely wondered if I’d mistaken her for someone else. The last place I’d expected to see Julian’s former mate was at a high-stakes pack racing tournament, dressed for competition and stepping out of a car as though she’d just finished an ordinary drive.

But there was no mistaking her.

I’d seen her at the club with Anabela. I’d been there with Roman when we’d called the police on them, too, I knew exactly who she was. What I didn’t know was that she could race.

Camila approached us, her gaze moving from Anabela to me.

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“What’s happened?”

“Ask him!” Anabela exclaimed. “He slowed down on the track, and I nearly wrecked my car

because of him.”

I threw up my hands. “You nearly wrecked your car because you drove into mine!”

Camila closed her eyes briefly, as though she regretted asking.

While Anabela explained her version of events, I took out my phone. Roman was going to enjoy hearing about this.

Me: You’re not going to believe who’s at the race. I glanced at Camila, then continued typing. Me: Camila Hart. Julian’s ex. Apparently, she races too. And Vivienne is here with her team’s drivers. You’ve missed quite a show. I sent the message and returned my attention to the argument.

“I’m telling you, Damon, he just slowed down without warning!” Anabela insisted.

“Because the driver ahead had filled the track with smoke!” I shot back. “I couldn’t see a

thing. I reduced my speed to avoid crashing into a barrier. I didn’t stop.”

“And I couldn’t see you!”

“Exactly! So perhaps you should stop blaming me for trying not to die!”

Camila stepped between us before Anabela could launch another attack. “Enough. Neither of you is going to undo the collision by arguing.”

I muttered under my breath, but I let it go. My attention shifted to the track and the enormous screen displaying the race results. There was one question I still needed answered. “Who took first place?” I asked. “Was it the driver everyone expected to win?”

Anabela gave me a look that suggested I was hopeless. “Camila won.”

I stared at her. “You expect me to believe that?”

“Believe whatever you like,” she replied. “It doesn’t change the result.”

I almost laughed, I’d been competing against skilled drivers all morning, and the professional teams hadn’t come here to make up the numbers. For Camila to beat the field was one thing. To defeat the leading driver after that insane jump over his car? I wasn’t buying it without proof,

“Let’s see the results.” The giant screen refreshed.

FIRST PLACE – CAR 221

The number was familiar. I’d seen the black sports car on the track, and how the hell it had overtaken me was still a mystery. The result was undeniable. Whoever had driven car 221 had beaten the favoured racer, and the crowd was still buzzing about the incredible manoeuvre that had secured the victory.

I scanned the area, searching for the driver. “Where’s the driver?” I asked.

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Judging by the commotion around me, I wasn’t the only one wondering. Everyone seemed

eager to discover the identity of the mysterious racer who had stolen the show.

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