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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 53 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 53

Chapter 53

Camila’s POV Post)

I was still standing in the bathroom, wishing I could somehow erase the last hour from my memory when heard the apartment door open.

“I’m back!” Anabela called.

A moment later, her voice rang out again, this time with confusion. “Whose jacket is this? And why does it look like something a man would wear?”

“Anabela!” I called from the bathroom.

She immediately perked up. “Camila? You’re here?”

“Unfortunately, yes. My period decided to make an appearance. Do you have a sanitary pad?”

“Of course. Stay there.” I heard her rummaging through a drawer. A few moments later, she appeared at the bathroom door with a pad and a clean pair of trousers. “Here. Take these, too. You look like you need an entire wardrobe change.”

I accepted them with a grateful smile. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“I’m aware.” She winked. “Now hurry up.”

After cleaning up and changing, I finally stepped into the livingroom.

“Thank you, Bella.”

“Don’t mention it.” She waved away my gratitude, then immediately pointed at the jacket on the couch. “Now, are you going to explain that, or am I supposed to pretend I don’t see a man’s jacket sitting in my living room?”

I followed her gaze and sighed. I should have known she wouldn’t let it go. “It’s Roman’s.”

Anabela’s mouth fell open. “Roman Blackwell? As in Alpha Roman Blackwell?”

“How many Roman Blackwells do you know?”

She grabbed my arm. “Forget that! What happened after you left the racetrack? Weren’t you supposed to go to the police station?”

“I did.”

“And Roman was there?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes widened with excitement. “Wait a minute. He rescued you on the track, then showed up at the police station, and somehow you ended up with his jacket?” She paused, looking me up and down as if she were piecing together the plot of a romance novel. “Don’t tell me you two had a moment. You know, one of those intense, heart–stopping moments where you look into each other’s eyes and suddenly realise-”

“Anabela.”

“-that there’s something between you, and just when things are about to get interesting, your period interrupts the romance!”

I covered my face with both hands. “Seriously, with an imagination like yours, you should be writing romance

novels.”

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“I would, if I ever quit fashion design!” She laughed, completely unrepentant. “Come on, Camila. Tell me the truth. Did he give you that jacket because you were cold, or because he couldn’t bear to see you leave?”

He gave it to me because he noticed my period had started.”

Her expression changed. “Oh.”

“Yes. Oh.”

For once, she seemed to have run out of ridiculous theories. I gave her a brief account of what had happened, from the police station to Roman’s sudden decision to abandon dinner and take me home. I left out nating important, though I was careful not to make the evening sound more intimate than it had been.

When I finished, Anabela folded her arms thoughtfully. “Still, I think that man likes you.”

I stared at her. “What?”

“I’m just saying. He came to your rescue on the track, then showed up at the police station when things were getting ugly. And now he’s giving you his jacket.” She tilted her head. “That’s a lot of effort for a man who supposedly doesn’t care.”

“Roman doesn’t do things without a reason.”

“And you know that because?”

“Because every time he appears, Julian is somehow involved.” I settled onto the couch. “He enjoys getting under his younger brother’s skin. I suspect he sees me as another opportunity to do that.”

Anabela considered this. “Maybe. But even if annoying Julian was part of the reason, he still helped you. He didn’t have to put himself in danger on that track, and he didn’t have to get involved at the police station either.”

I fell silent. She had a point, but I wasn’t prepared to read romance into Roman’s actions. The man was unpredictable, and I had no intention of making assumptions about his motives.

“Believe whatever you want,” I told her. “I’m not interested in analysing Alpha Roman Blackwell.”

“Of course you’re not.” She gave me a knowing look. “That’s why you’re sitting here discussing him with me.”

I rolled my eyes. Then I remembered something else. “Speaking of which, what happened to the car?”

Anabela blinked. “What car?”

I turned to look at her. “The brand–new Lamborghini Revuelto! I nearly got killed trying to win that car for you,

remember?”

Her teasing expression disappeared immediately. “Camila…”

“Did you claim it?”

Anabela dropped onto the couch beside me, her eyes sparkling.

“Camila, I still can’t believe you won me a Lamborghini Revuelto! Do you know how many times I’ve imagined myself driving that beauty?”

I laughed. “You haven’t even driven it yet, and you’ve already planned your life around it?”

“Of course! A Lamborghini Revuelto isn’t something you get every day.” She grinned at me. “And you won it twice, so nobody can say I didn’t earn my bragging rights.” She threw her arms around me. “Thank you, Camila. You’re the best friend anyone could ask for.”

I hugged her back, smiling. “You’re welcome, Bella. Now, tell me, where’s the car?”

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“I’ve claimed it, of course! The organisers released it after the rematch, and the paperwork is sorted. It’s being

kept safely until I arrange to have it delivered.” She beamed. “I might take it out this weekend. You’re coming with me, naturally.”

“Why do I have to come? It’s your car.”

“Because you won it for me, and you’re going to be my first passenger. No arguments.”

I laughed. “Fine. Just promise not to drive like a maniac.”

“Excuse me? I’m a perfectly responsible driver.”

“That’s what they all say.”

She threw a cushion at me, and I caught it, laughing. After a moment, she glanced at the jacket beside me. “Now, enough about my Lamborghini. Let’s talk about Roman’s jacket. Are you going to return it, or are you planning to keep it as a souvenir?”