Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 5 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 5

Chapter 5 

Camila’s POV Post 

After Julian and Vivienne left, I pulled myself so I could continue with my shopping! 

“Are you okay?” Roman asked, studying me. 

“Yes,” I muttered. “Thank you.” 

“Is that it?” he said, arching a brow. 

“Is that what?” I asked. 

He stepped closer, his large frame towering over me. “I just saved you from your ex-mate and his wife, and all you say is ‘thank you”?” 

“I don’t remember asking for your help,” I retorted. “I was doing fine by myself.” 

“Really?” He leaned in, eyes dropping to my lips. His wolfberry scent was overwhelming. “If I hadn’t stepped in when I did, Julian would have forced you to apologize to Vivienne. You owe me one, sister-in-law.” 

Before I could find the right words to respond, he leaned closer,eyes locked with mine. For a moment, I thought he was about to kiss me, then he backed away and walked out of the 

store. 

The next morning, I was having breakfast in my quarters at Silver Lake, Grandma Amelia’s private castle. An omega had just set the last dish on the table when my phone rang. 

I glanced at the screen. Anabela Thompson. I smiled and picked up. 

“Hey, Bella.” 

“Camila!” Her angry voice came through immediately. “Have you seen the news?” 

I took a sip of my coffee. “Which?” I pretended I didn’t know what she was talking about. 

“Julian…your Julian has married Vivienne Laurent! That bastard!” 

I hissed. “Anabela-” 

“No! Let me finish. How could he do this? After everything you two went through? And that woman-God, I can’t stand her!” 

I calmly picked up a piece of toast. “Are you done?” 

“No, I’m not done!” 

I smiled. She had always been like this. Anabela could go to war over anything that hurt me. She was the only outsider I could say for sure, loved me. 

“He doesn’t deserve you,” she continued. “Don’t bother losing a sleep over him,” 

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“I dumped him, Bella.” 

Silence. Then she asked, “You what?” 

“I dumped Julian already.” 

“When?” 

“Before it became headline news.” 

“So you knew?” 

“I found out at the right time.” I took another sip of coffee. “I’m not going to lose a tear over 

him.” 

Anabela went quiet for a moment. Then she sighed. “Okay. Fine. I’m still furious.” 

“I know.” 

“And I’m coming to Silverhaven.” 

I lowered my cup. “When? Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation?” 

“I just decided to cut it short. I’m coming this afternoon. I’m flying in from Paris.” 

I smiled. “You’re serious?” 

“Very. We need to talk..” 

“I’d like that.” 

“Good. And we’re going out tonight.” 

“Where?” 

“I don’t care. Somewhere expensive. Somewhere we can eat, drink and talk about everything except Julian Blackwell.” 

I laughed softly. “Deal.” 

We searched for a place and settled on one of the most prestigious restaurants in Silverhaven. Neither of us mentioned that the restaurant belonged to me. Anabela had no idea. Silverstone Restaurant was one of the investments I’d discretely made on behalf of the Whitmore Group. 

“Dinner at eight?” she asked. 

“Eight is perfect.” 

“Good. And Camila?” 

“Yes?” 

“Don’t you dare cancel on me.” 

“I won’t.” 

“Good. I’ll see you this evening.” 

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“See you, Bella.” The call ended. 

arrived at Silverstone Restaurant right on time. I had deliberately dressed up more than usual. A fitted black dress hugged my curves, paired with elegant heels and a small designer clutch. My hair was styled neatly, and I had taken my time with my makeup wanted to look good. 

Unfortunately, the first people I saw at the entrance were the last two people I was in the mood to see. Not after the mall incident. Julian and Vivienne. 

They were standing close together, looking every bit the perfect couple. Julian wore perfectly tailored black suit over a crisp white shirt, the top button undone. Vivienne stood beside him in a sleek red evening dress, one hand resting possessively on his chest while his arm wrapped around her waist. 

Then Vivienne spotted me. Her expression changed instantly. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.” She stepped forward and deliberately blocked my way. “What are you doing here?” 

“Vivienne,” Julian protested. 

I looked at her calmly. “The last time I checked, this is a restaurant open to the public and not your father’s packhouse.” My voice was sharp. 

“It’s a luxury restaurant for the super rich. Not open to paupers like you,” she threw back. 

Paupers. The word hit me like a thunderbolt. I turned my head and gave her a sharp glare. Well at least, she acknowledged Silverstone was special. If only she knew I owned it. 

Vivienne smiled smugly. “There are only two possibilities why you’re here,” she continued. “You’re throwing yourself at a wealthy man, or you’re stalking my husband and me.” She reached for Julian and pulled him closer, wrapping herself around his arm as though she was afraid I might snatch him away. 

My jaw tightened. I’d just had enough of that insolent bitch. Without saying another word, I reached into my clutch and pulled out my phone. I dialed a number. 

“Desmond?” My voice was calm. “I just got here, and there’s a situation.” Vivienne’s smug expression began to fade. I looked directly at her. “Get security right now.” 

Julian and Vivienne frowned. 

Within seconds, the restaurant manager, Desmond, appeared at the entrance lobby. He walked straight toward us. 

“Good evening, Miss Hart.” He greeted me with a respectful bow. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come out here on time to receive you. I was a bit entangled with some management issues.” 

I said nothing. But I noticed the shock on Vivienne’s and Julian’s faces. Desmond stretched out an arm. “Let me take you to your private room,” he said. “Shall we?” 

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