Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 50 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 50

Chapter 50 

Roman’s POV Post 

I glanced towards her. She was watching Julian and Vivienne without any visible sign of panic or surprise. “Who else would benefit from it?” 

“Fair point.” 

Across the room, Julian opened one of the circulating videos. The recording played through his phone, and I watched his expression change as Vivienne’s own voice filled the space around him. Shock first. Then disbelief. Finally, fury. 

Vivienne heard it, too. She snatched a look at the screen, and her face turned crimson. Her gaze shot straight to Camila. “You!” she shouted. “You planned this from the beginning!” 

Several people turned towards her. Camila looked at her calmly. “Is there a problem?” 

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what you’ve done! You recorded me and sent it out to humiliate me!” 

Camila tilted her head. “I remember you telling me that you weren’t afraid of anyone hearing what you had to say. I’m surprised you’ve changed your mind so quickly.” 

“You deliberately provoked me!” 

“I didn’t tell you to threaten me. I didn’t force you to boast about your connections. Every word came from you, Vivienne. If the public dislikes what they’ve heard, perhaps you should ask yourself why.” 

Her voice was light, almost conversational. That seemed to infuriate Vivienne more than shouting would have. 

I watched Camila with renewed interest. She wasn’t trying to overpower Vivienne emotionally. She was letting her anger consume her while she remained in control. A dangerous combination. 

“I’m going to destroy you!” Vivienne screamed. Before anyone could stop her, she charged at Camila, her hand raised. 

I moved instinctively. One sharp kick caught Vivienne before she could reach Camila, sending her crashing onto the floor. 

A startled gasp swept through the reception area. Vivienne lay there for a moment, stunned, before pushing herself up on one elbow. Her hair had fallen across her face, and the fury in her eyes was almost comical, 

I stood where I was unaffected. “Are you always this eager to attack people who disagree with you, or have you decided to make a special impression on the police today?” 

Her mouth opened, but no coherent response came out. Damon appeared beside me, 

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wearing the grin of a man who had just been handed free entertainment. “Alpha Roman, 

think she’s going to need another public-relations team after this.” 

“Perhaps she should start by hiring someone to teach her self-control.” 

Vivienne glared at me. “You have no right to interfere!” 

I looked at her coolly. “You were about to attack someone in a police station. If you wanted privacy, you chose a remarkably poor location.” 

Julian stormed towards us. “Roman! Stay out of this. This is a private matter between my wife and Camila.” 

I turned to him with an amused smile. “ALPHA ROMAN,” I Corrected. “I’m your Alpha. Always address me politely” He glared at me. 

“Private? Interesting. I wasn’t aware that attempting to assault someone in front of half the police station qualified as a private family affair.” 

“You know exactly what I mean!” 

“Then explain it to me. I’m curious which part of this disaster you’re claiming ownership of.” 

Julian’s face tightened. He hated being challenged, especially when other people were watching. His entire life seemed to revolve around protecting his pride, even when he had done nothing to deserve it. 

I had little patience for that sort of weakness. 

“You always have to interfere,” he snapped. “You think having the Alpha seat gives you the right to look down on everyone else?” 

I laughed. “Julian, I don’t need a seat or position to recognise a fool when I see one.” 

Damon made a strangled sound beside me, clearly fighting another laugh. I continued before Julian could interrupt. “You’ve spent so much time learning from your mother how to climb the social ladder that you seem to have forgotten how to behave like a decent person. And now you’ve married someone who believes money and family connections excuse anything. The resemblance is remarkable.” 

Julian’s hands curled into fists. “Don’t bring my mother into this!” 

“Why not? She’s the one who raised you. Surely she’d be delighted to see how well her lessons have worked out.” 

Even Camila let out a brief laugh. I glanced at her. The amusement in her eyes was unmistakable. Good. At least someone appreciated the situation. 

Julian saw her reaction, and whatever restraint he had left disappeared., He lunged at me with a furious shout. “What gives you the right to speak to me like that?” 

I sidestepped his punch and drove my foot into him. He dropped hard onto his knees in 

front of me. For a second, nobody spoke. Then I looked down at him. “Well, this is 

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becoming a pattern. First your wife, now you. Should I assume kneeling before me is a Blackwell family tradition?” 

Damon burst out laughing. Julian struggled to rise, his face twisted with humiliation. “Stop acting like you’re superior to everyone!” 

I straightened my jacket. Of course, I am. I’m simply standing here while you repeatedly throw yourself at the ground. If you find that embarrassing, perhaps stop doing it. 

“Alpha Roman!” an officer pleaded. 

I raised my hands slightly and moved back, making it clear I had no intention of continuing the confrontation. Julian got to his feet, breathing hard. His eyes burned with hatred, but he knew better than to try another attack with the officers watching. 

I gave him a final, indifferent glance. “Next time, think before you swing.” 

He looked as though he wanted to tear me apart. Unfortunately for him, wanting something and being capable of achieving it were two very different things.,I turned away from him and found Camila watching me. There was satisfaction in her expression, along with a hint of amusement she wasn’t bothering to hide. 

I wondered how often Julian had managed to provoke her in the past. In spite of their history, she seemed to enjoy seeing him on the receiving end of the humiliation he so readily 

inflicted on others. 

She turned towards Vivienne, who was still recovering from her fall. 

“I warned you that I wouldn’t tolerate your behaviour,” Camila said. “You chose to ignore me. That’s your mistake, not mine.” 

Vivienne’s eyes blazed, but she remained silent. Camila’s expression cooled. “You’ve spent your entire life believing your family name makes you more important than everyone else. You thought you could have me killed and then walk away untouched because of who you married.” She paused, letting the words settle. “Now people have heard you speak for yourself. I didn’t need to invent a story or convince anyone to hate you. You gave them every reason they needed.” 

Vivienne looked away, her jaw trembling. I studied Camila in silence. 

I knew she could have retaliated through her own connections. She could have thrown money at the problem, hired an army of lawyers, or tried to crush the Laurent family with the same weapons Vivienne had used against her. But she hadn’t. Instead, she’d allowed Vivienne’s own arrogance to become her downfall. 

The recording had done more damage than a dozen angry accusations ever could. And because the public now suspected that the Laurent and Blackwell families were using their influence to protect her, the scandal was spreading to their businesses. 

The stock market would respond to the growing controversy. Business partners would begin asking questions. Executives would demand explanations. 

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And all of it had started because Vivienne couldn’t resist boasting about how untouchable she was. I almost admired the efficiency of it. 

Camila wasn’t merely trying to punish the woman who had tried to kill her. She was making the people who had shielded Vivienne pay a price, too. She wanted Julian to suffer alongside his wife. Judging by his expression, the process had already begun. 

Damon leaned closer to me and murmured, “Your woman is terrifying.” 

I shot him a warning glance. “She’s not my woman.” 

“Of course not.” His grin widened. “You just keep showing up whenever she’s in trouble, kicking people who threaten her, and watching her like she’s the most interesting person in the room.” 

“Would you like me to kick you next?” 

He immediately straightened. “No, thank you.” 

I ignored him and returned my attention to Camila. 

She stood with her shoulders straight, her chin lifted, and that familiar, unreadable confidence in her eyes. She had been nearly killed a few hours earlier, yet she showed no sign of allowing fear to dictate her next move. The more I saw of her, the less convinced I became that she was simply Camila Hart. 

There were too many unanswered questions. Her racing ability. Her composure under pressure. The way she understood influence and public perception. And the suspicious gaps in the history I’d been trying to piece together. My thoughts returned to Evelyn 

Whitmore. 

Could Camila really be the woman Amelia had been trying to bring into my life? 

I would definitely find out. 

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