Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 44 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 44

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Camila’s POV Post 

Before he could answer, Anabela stepped forward. “What kind of nonsense is this? You watched her race, didn’t you? She won fair and square!” 

The official raised a hand, trying to calm her. “We understand your frustration, but we must ensure that every competitor has followed the rules.” 

I looked directly at him. “And what rule do you believe I broke?” 

He hesitated. “We haven’t reached a final conclusion. However, the organisers are prepared to offer a rematch to settle the dispute.” 

A wave of murmurs swept through the spectators. 

“A rematch?” 

“Are they questioning the winner’s performance?” 

“Who complained? That driver from the Laurent team?” 

Anabela’s face flushed with anger. 

I didn’t need to ask who had raised the complaint. Vivienne stood behind the official with a smug expression, looking far too pleased with herself. 

Anabela spun towards her. “You did this! You couldn’t accept that Camila beat your driver, so now you’re trying to steal her victory through the back door?” 

Vivienne didn’t even bother denying it. Her vicious smile said it all. 

“Camila is as talented as everyone suddenly claims, another race shouldn’t frighten her.” She tilted her head, her smile dripping with contempt. “Unless, of course, she knows she can’t repeat what happened.” 

I narrowed my eyes on her. Goddess, was she for real? 

The crowd erupted into overlapping reactions. Some demanded that the original result stand, while others began shouting for a rematch. A few spectators even called out my car number, eager to see whether I could pull off another upset. 

Roman’s POV 

arrived at the racing arena later than I intended. Damon had been bombarding me with messages about Camila Hart being there, not merely as a spectator but as a competitor. When he finally informed me that she’d won the first race, beating Vivienne’s professional driver, I found myself unable to ignore it any longer. 

I had been busy, and I couldn’t explain why Camila’s involvement mattered enough to bring me here. Yet, for reasons I couldn’t name, I had to see it for myself. 

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I found Damon near the viewing area, his attention fixed on the giant screen. “You finally made it,” he said, turning toward me. “You’ve missed quite a show.” 

What happened?” 

“Camila won the first race. Vivienne accused her of cheating because her professional driver 

lost to her. The officials claimed they’d found irregularities in the footage and withheld the result, so they ordered a rematch between Camila and the first runner-up.” 

Damon shook his head in disgust. “Anabela thinks Vivienne had a hand in it. Vivienne challenged Camila to race again, and she accepted.” 

I turned toward the track. Two cars were speeding around the circuit. A sport black car, number 221 was following a professional driver’s vehicle closely behind. 

Damon pointed at the screen. “That’s her in the black car. You should have seen her in the first race. The woman drives like a real pro.” 

I said nothing, watching as the two cars approached a sharp bend. 

Camila’s opponent was aggressive, guarding his position and refusing to give her an opening. But she suddenly accelerated, swung into a stunning drift, and swept past him. 

Damon let out an excited shout. “Did you see that? She’s incredible!” 

My attention remained on the track. The professional driver closed in behind Camila and rammed her rear bumper. 

My eyes narrowed. He struck her again, forcing her car forward. Camila maintained control, but the driver’s behaviour was becoming increasingly suspicious. He wasn’t simply trying to overtake her. He was crowding her toward the guardrail. Ahead lay a dangerous corner. 

“Why isn’t she slowing down?” Damon muttered. “At that speed, she’ll never make the turn safely!” 

I watched the screen, my instincts on edge. “Something’s wrong.” 

Damon glanced at me. “You think so too?” 

I didn’t answer. I had seen enough. Turning away, I strode toward the parking area and climbed into a nearby sports car. 

“Roman!” Damon shouted behind me. “What are you doing?” 

I started the engine and drove toward the track entrance. The staff immediately rushed forward, waving their arms. “Stop! You can’t enter the circuit! The race is still going!” 

I ignored them and drove onto the track. Behind me, Damon sounded horrified. “Roman, are you insane? You haven’t even changed into a racing gear!” 

I had no intention of racing. I only knew I couldn’t stand by while something terrible happened in front of me. 

On the giant screen, Camila’s black car shot across the finish line first. Number 221 had 

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won again. The crowd erupted, but neither car slowed down. 

Camila continued racing at full speed, the professional driver still tailing her. He edged closer, forcing her toward the guardrail with every move. The cheers faded as the spectators realised something was terribly wrong. 

“Why isn’t she stopping?” I heard someone cry. 

“The race is over!” another person shouted. 

Damon’s voice cut through the commotion. “That bastard is still chasing her!” 

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and accelerated. The rematch had already been 

tainted by controversy. Now, even after losing again, the professional driver refused to back off. He wasn’t trying to win anymore. He was trying to force Camila into a crash. 

Camila’s POV 

I was leading the race now but the moment I pressed the brakes, my heart lurched. Nothing happened. I tried again, but the pedal sank almost to the floor without slowing the car. What the hell? 

I had raced this same black car earlier, and its brakes had worked perfectly. I’d checked them again before this race, too. So why the hell had they suddenly failed? Someone must have tampered with them. 

A sharp bend rushed toward me, and I immediately eased off the accelerator, downshifted, and tried to reduce my speed using the engine. But the car was still moving too fast. If I turned sharply, I risked losing traction and slamming into the barriers. 

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, forcing myself to stay calm. 

Vivienne. That venomous woman had to be behind this. She’d probably thought sabotaging my brakes would guarantee my death. 

Too bad for her. I wasn’t dying today. 

I carefully adjusted my line and steered through the bend, fighting to keep the car stable. The tires squealed as I pushed through the corner, missing the barrier by inches. My heart hammered painfully, but I couldn’t afford to lose focus. I had to win this race first. Once I secured the lead, I’d look for a way to slow down without sending myself flying into the wall. 

Before I could dwell on it, the racing car behind me rammed my rear bumper. “Fuck!” 

The impact jolted me forward, and my speed climbed. Before I could steady the wheel, he hit me again. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” 

He was deliberately pushing me faster, knowing I couldn’t brake. 

A brutal corner loomed ahead. At this speed, I had little chance of making the turn without losing control and crashing into the barriers. 

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Was this bastard trying to kill me? 

Fear clawed at my chest, but I refused to let it take over. I eased off the accelerator, downshifted, and fought to keep the car stable. 

I wasn’t going to die here. Not for Vivienne. Not for anyone. 

The finish line appeared ahead. I pressed the accelerator, keeping the car steady as raced toward it. The black car shot across the finish line first. 

I’d won again. But my victory was far from safe. I still couldn’t stop the damn car, and every second brought another chance of disaster. 

Then I spotted a vehicle ahead of me on the track. My eyes narrowed. Where the hell had that car come from? 

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