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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 52 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 52

Chapter 52

Camila’s POV Post)

Roman’s question caught me off guard.

I turned to look at him, only to find him watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher. There was something deliberate about his casual tone, as though he had chosen the question carefully and was waiting

to see how I’d react.

Why was he suddenly interested in my employment? Had he discovered something?

My heart gave an uncomfortable little jump, but I quickly pushed the thought aside. That was impossible. My identity as Evelyn Whitmore had been concealed for years, and only a handful of trusted people knew the

truth.

Grandma Amelia had insisted on keeping me out of the public eye after my parents died in a car accident. Although the investigation had uncovered nothing conclusive, she had never believed their deaths were simply an unfortunate coincidence. She suspected foul play and feared that whoever had been responsible might come after me if they discovered I was the Whitmore heiress.

The family had therefore maintained its silence. Everyone knew the Whitmores had an heir, but nobody outside our inner circle knew her name or what she looked like. I had never attended a public function as Evelyn Whitmore, nor had I been officially introduced as the family’s successor.

Grandma had once planned to reveal my identity at my sixteenth birthday celebration. By then, however, I had asked her to postpone it. I wanted a little more freedom to discover my true mate without the weight of the Whitmore name influencing every relationship I formed.

Grandma had reluctantly agreed to let me keep my identity hidden a while longer. And that was how I had ended up living as Camila Hart.

I studied Roman’s face, searching for some indication that he knew more than he was letting on. His expression revealed nothing useful.

I decided to play it safe. “I’m doing ordinary work,” I replied lightly. “Nothing worth making a fuss over.”

“Ordinary work?” He sounded unconvinced. “Then why not leave it? I could arrange something much better for

you.”

I gave him a polite smile. “That’s kind of you, but I’m happy where I am. I’d rather keep my job.”

He didn’t argue, which was a relief. Still, his question lingered in my mind long after the conversation moved on.,What exactly was Roman Blackwell trying to find out?

Before I could reach any conclusion, the car turned into the driveway of a towering high–rise. I recognised the building immediately. It was one of the city’s newest luxury developments, built on land NEXZONE had acquired at an astonishing price. Rumour had it that the building belonged to NEXZONE. Everything, from the imposing entrance to the perfectly maintained grounds, spoke of money and exclusivity.

What puzzled me was that Alpha Roman Blackwell lived here instead of the Ravencrest Packhouse. Despite being the Alpha of Ravencrest, Roman had never made the packhouse his permanent residence like the other Blackwells. He maintained a traditional office there, where he handled pack politics and his official duties, but his private life was centred in the penthouse of this high–rise.

I glanced at Roman, a question stirring in my mind. Could he have some connection to the company?

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The thought made me pause. NEXZONE was a powerful name, and Roman was hardly an ordinary Alpha. Still, I had no evidence linking him to the company, and living in one of its rumoured properties didn’t prove anything. I quietly dismissed the suspicion. I was probably reading too much into it.

The car came to a stop in the grand parking lot and I stepped outside first. Roman followed a moment later. Without explaining himself, he removed his coat and placed it around my shoulders.

The garment nearly swallowed me. It was much too large, and the warmth it carried, along with his fatht wolfberry scent, made me pause.

I looked up at him in bewilderment. “What are you doing? Why are you giving me your coat?”

Then another possibility occurred to me.

My eyes widened.

“Wait a minute. Is this some sort of arrangement? After I cook for you, I’m supposed to wash your clothes as

well?”

Roman closed his eyes briefly, as though summoning patience.

“Camila, you really-”

He stopped. For a moment, he seemed to be struggling with something he wanted to say. His jaw tightened, and his throat moved as he swallowed back the words.

I stared at him. He had just called me Camila. Not little sister–in–law. Not Miss Hart. Just Camila, without the usual teasing or formality.

It was such a small change, yet it caught my attention. Roman rarely addressed me that way unless he was being serious.

Before I could ask what was wrong, he cleared his throat and looked away. “I’m not in the mood for dinner anymore. I’ll have my driver take you home.”

I blinked at him. “What do you mean you’re not hungry? I already prepared myself to cook the dish!” I’d taken his request seriously. After all, he had saved my life, and I’d made a stop at a mall where I bought the ingredients I needed to make a simple but tasteful dish.

“I know,” he replied. “We’ll do it another time. You’ve had enough excitement for one day. You should get some

rest.”

I looked at him suspiciously. Was he teasing me? Why had he suddenly changed his mind? Had I said something wrong?

“Fine,” I said at last. “If you’re no longer hungry, I’ll go home.”

I reached for his coat, intending to hand it back, but he stopped me.

“Keep it. It’s cold outside.”

I glanced towards the bright evening sun. Cold? The weather was perfectly pleasant. If anything, I was beginning to feel warm beneath the heavy garment.

I narrowed my eyes on him. “Alpha Roman, what exactly is going on? Did you hide something dangerous in this coat? Are you spying on me or something?

He let out a short laugh. “If I wanted you gone, do you honestly think I’d need to resort to a coat?”

I considered that for a moment. Unfortunately, he had a point. Still, something about his behaviour didn’t add

up. He had insisted on taking me to dinner, changed his mind and decided I cooked. He had made a fuss

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about the debt I owed him, and then suddenly decided he wasn’t hungry. And now he was practically pushing me towards the car while refusing to take back his jacket. What was I supposed to make of that?

Rer another moment, I shrugged and accepted his decision.

“All right, then. I’ll head home.” I adjusted the oversized coat around my shoulders. “And since dinner isn’t happening, consider your debt settled. You don’t owe me anything, and I don’t owe you anything either.

Roman’s eyebrows rose. For the first time since we’d left the police station, his expression seemed genuinely displeased.

His driver dropped me off at Anabela’s place, and I went straight upstairs. The moment I entered the apartment, I slipped off Roman’s oversized jacket and tossed it onto the couch before heading to the bathroom.

I had barely glanced down through the mirror when I froze. A small red stain marked my trousers. For several seconds, I simply stared at it. Then, like pieces of a puzzle falling into place, everything suddenly/made sense. Roman covering me with his jacket. His strange change of mood. The way he had abruptly abandoned the idea of dinner and insisted on taking me home instead.

Oh, no. My period!

With everything that had happened lately, I had completely forgotten it was due. And Roman had noticed

before I did.

I pressed a hand to my forehead, mortification washing over me.

Had he seen the stain on my trousers? Of course he had. Why else would he have taken off his jacket and draped it around my shoulders?

But wait. What about his car? Had I stained his seat, too?I squeezed my eyes shut. Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Of all the people in the world, why did it have to happen in front of Roman Blackwell? The man had already seen far too many sides of me, and now I had given him another reason to remember me. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.