Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 45 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 45

Chapter 45 

Camila’s POV Post 

The mysterious car had done more than just appear out of nowhere. It was deliberately keeping the other racer occupied, repeatedly striking its front bumper and forcing him off my tail. 

Damn! Whoever was driving that car knew exactly what they were doing. Within moments, the other racer was forced onto the emergency lane, leaving me alone on the track. 

Unfortunately, my troubles were far from over. My car was still speeding out of control I’d tried brushing against the barriers, but nothing slowed me down enough. If this continued, I’d be driving until the fuel ran out, and God knew how long that would take. “Fuck! There has to be a way!” 

Then the mysterious car shot past me and pulled directly in front of my vehicle. For a split second, I thought the driver had lost their mind. Then I understood. They were giving me a way to stop. 

I could have swerved around them, but that would only leave me racing toward another dangerous turn with no brakes. I had to trust this stranger. 

Taking a deep breath, I carefully aligned my car with theirs and pressed my front bumper against their rear. “Shit!” The impact jolted through me. 

I held the steering wheel firmly as my car pushed against theirs. Gradually, our combined momentum began to bleed off speed. The driver ahead slowed down little by little, allowing me to reduce my speed without losing control. For the first time since this nightmare began, I felt a flicker of hope. 

We circled the track several more times before my car finally rolled to a complete stop. I sat there for a while, breathing hard, my hands trembling against the steering wheel. Holy 

hell. I was alive. 

Finally, I stepped out, desperate to thank the stranger who had just saved my life. But the other car had already pulled away. By the time I looked around, the driver had vanished. “Damn it!” I muttered. “At least let me thank you!” 

“Camila!” Anabela came rushing toward me, her face pale with fright. 

“Are you okay?” she demanded, grabbing my arms and checking me over. “Jesus, I thought you were going to die out there!” 

I swallowed, still struggling to steady my breathing. “I’m fine,” I assured her, though my racing heart suggested otherwise. But one question wouldn’t leave my mind. Who the hell was that mysterious driver, and why had they risked so much to save me? 

The front of my racing car was a wreck, and the rear of the mysterious vehicle that had 

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helped me looked just as bad. The sight alone told me how close I’d come to a disaster. But 

I was alive. And I’d won. 

fine,” I assured Anabela again. “Someone tampered with my brakes.” 

Her eyes widened. “What? Your brakes failed?” Before I could answer, she spun around and pointed at Vivienne. “It was you! You tried to kill her!” 

Vivienne’s face stiffened. For a split second, I caught the fear in her eyes. Aria looked even worse. She was trembling and avoiding my gaze. 

Interesting. They’d clearly expected me to die out there. My survival had ruined their ttle plan. 

“You can’t accuse me without proof,” Vivienne Vivienne, quickly recovering her composure 

“Oh, please!” Anabela shot back. “Who else would do something like this? You’ve always been jealous of Camila!” 

Vivienne let out a mocking laugh. “Jealous of her? I’m Julian Blackwell’s wife now. Why would I envy her? For all we know, she sabotaged her own car to frame me and gain everyone’s sympathy.”. 

I said nothing. Instead, I pulled out my phone and began typing. 

Let her run her mouth. I had more important things to do than trade insults with a woman who might have just tried to murder me. 

Unfortunately, Vivienne mistook my silence for weakness. She turned her venom on 

Anabela. “You’re nothing but her lapdog. Your master hasn’t even spoken, yet here you are barking on her behalf. Keep accusing me, and you’ll regret it.” 

“Is that so?” 

I slipped my phone away and stepped toward her. SMACK! 

My palm connected with her cheek before she could react. 

Vivienne staggered, clutching her face. “You slapped me?!” 

“That’s what happens when you behave like a rabid dog,” I replied coolly. “Insult my friend again, and you’ll get another.” 

“You-You disgusting piece of trash!” Her face twisted with rage. “Both of you are gutter 

trash! A bunch of-” 

SMACK! I slapped her again. “Go on,” I challenged, watching her stunned expression. “Keep talking. Let’s see how many slaps that mouth of yours can take.” 

She lunged at me. Predictable, I stepped aside, letting her momentum carry her past me, then kicked the back of her leg. Her knees buckled, and she crashed to the ground right in front of Anabela, 

I looked down at her with a cold smile. “Well, Lady Laurent-or should I call you Mrs. 

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Blackwell now? If you’ve finally realized your mistake, you don’t have to kneel. But since you’re already down there, perhaps we should pretend you were apologizing for all that 

onsense you just spouted.” 

A laugh escaped Anabela. She looked at Vivienne sprawled on the ground, her face burning with humiliation, and delivered the final blow. “Pathetic.” 

Roman’s POV 

Damon stood beside me, both of us behind, watching Camila with rapt attention. When she finally fought back and put Vivienne in her place, he raised a thumb in approval “Darth! That woman has guts. She just shut Vivienne up!” 

I didn’t take my eyes off Camila. “Someone nearly got her killed. What did you expect her to do? Thank them?” It was simple self-defense. If someone tried to take my life, I wouldn’t stop at giving them a taste of their own medicine. 

But Camila’s performance had given me something else to think about. Her driving. I had watched her take those corners, drift past a professional racer, and maintain control of her car under pressure. Even when the bastard rammed her from behind, she didn’t panic. She’d reacted with the kind of precision that came from experience, not luck. 

I wasn’t easily impressed. As an Alpha, I’d learned to judge people by what they could actually do, not what they wanted others to believe about them. And Camila Hart had just shown me another side of herself. 

Last night, I’d dropped her off at Anabela’s place, leaving with a suspicion I couldn’t shake. The more I thought about the woman I’d agreed to marry, Evelyn Whitmore, the more Camila’s strange circumstances bothered me. The timing of her appearance at the meeting arranged with Miss Whitmore, and the suspicious gaps in her past were difficult to dismiss. Could the woman everyone knew as Camila Hart really be the Whitmore heiress? 

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